February 2012
Feelin like writing music.
oh wait.. I don’t have my keyboards -______-
#thingsyourexwontgiveback #awkward #didnthavetobelikethis
My dad’s about to kick white boy ass.
Strike iron while it's hot.
They say if you feel it’s rightfully yours, if you love it so much you deserve it, you should go after it.
So when do I decide if I’m good for you. If you’re good for me. How sweet it’d be if you’d want me just as much.
“He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he...”
– Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina (via absea)
Frederic Chopin, Prelude in E Minor
saturrn:
High Horses - The Swell Season
Can’t wait to bump into you somewhere in public. Can’t wait to feel the awkward air and the burdens of saying hello. Can’t wait to see the look on your face.
It’s inevitable. And I’ll be in charge. Because I’m the fucking Queen.
“rebuzmas:
I need someone to keep my mind off you.”
Exactment.
God knows that I've been naive.
At some point, I found myself swallowed up by every inch of you. That’s just how it is when you’re young and in love. Swallowed up by every detail of someone who’s made you feel something extravagant. At some point, you were very special to me, but everything changes. I won’t deny I miss you sometimes and even wish you could be here when I think about something no one...
Back to- Away from-
all the things that made us smile.
