May 2013
If distance is a factor, then words are the only thing worth holding onto.If the distance between us was only the middle of this bed, and you’ve said the same things you just did, you’d see the light in my eyes fade. You’d hear me weep and feel my heart disintegrate.
I just want my dad here. I want him to call me babycakes and tell me how much he looks up to me. I want him to tell me that he loves me and always there for me. I want my dad to speed down here because sometimes I need him here immediately.
my life
mewtoot:
i think the saddest people always try their hardest to make people happy
because they know what it’s like to feel absolutely worthless
and they don’t want anybody else to feel like that
not giving up…
I call you my life ruiner, my ex regretted lover…
Anonymous asked: I've been searching for Monica Corte sneaker wedges. Where did you happen to get yours?
Favorite man. That voice…
sammwich asked: In response to your letters post: Any interest in being pen-pals? I get they won't be romantic as you may have intended but it's an excuse to write. OR my pup can write Ulla love letters and send cute gifts...
Anonymous asked: I have an idea for you: get a PO box and allow all your admirers to send you love post cards and then you publish poetry back to us.
