I miss our late nights out.
Our stupid conversations…
The awkward way you would move your body,
The way you would point out constellations.
I miss the constant ding of my phone
When you would text me back.
You had a way with words
That always made me crack.
I miss the way we would kiss…
The way you held me tight.
The way you would bite my lip.
I loved it when we would fight.
I miss how you would challenge me,
How you would make me laugh…
The ways you would reply to me,
You were always my favorite to text.
I miss your adorkableness…
Your stupid little eyes.
The way you lips always mashed perfectly with mine.
I miss hearing your skateboard coming down my street…
I miss how you would text me first…
When you weren’t a dick.
When we were just strangers with no known past or even any regrets.
But now here we are…
Surrounded with our brief history.
I think and ponder bout these events…
While you’re probably jerking off to that other chick you said was “just a friend”
|mom:||who are you laughing with?|
A 10-word story (via diagnosticate)
Anonymous asked: I just heard my parents having sex help
Jump off a cliff.