We decided to go on a date, it’s been ages since we saw each other due to our hectic schedule, long distance relation sucks. We decided to meet at the Starbucks on Friday at 6:30 pm. Thursday night, lying in bed I thought about the blood; blood has always been the reason I did this.
Tag: words on paper
He knows what he wants and it’s not me, she’s quiet, distant she’s not the one on your mind at 3am when you’re drunk enough to sing bad karaoke // Her eyes glistened with unshed tears while the 3am darkness haunts her reminding her of her lost ones a part of her forever gone. Pieces
falling for you was easy, it doesn’t feel like falling at all it was quiet, as quiet as your smile it’s serene, feels like I am coming home after years of floating around in a sea.
“You’ve been treating it like a summer home; vacant, drafty, neglected; and yet you expect it to be in top working order whenever you decide to honor it with your presence”, he scolds. “But I must inhabit the bustling city, my first home, if I am to survive the marathons of days of disembodied vigilance.”
While I was stranded in complete darkness, arms spread in front of me, hoping to find a way out, I touched something strange, felt like someone’s face. I don’t want to sound mean, but the dead are pretty clueless. I’ve always seen them. When I was younger everyone thought I was just talking to imaginary
A small treat for all quote lovers, I am making a small collection of wonderful quotes curated from all over the internet. It’s still in making, not complete yet, I don’t think it will be ever complete as there are soo many 🙂 Which one you liked the most guys, tell me once you check