My only talent is breathing
I said this to my mom and she just said “you have asthma, moron”
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I really miss you; we need to hang out a lot more.
We used to be so close.
Seeing you today made me happy.
I can’t believe we drifted off.
I am so glad we’re close again.
I couldn’t go to the party tonight I’m grounded.
Sorry! I’ll see you tomorrow though.
I need to talk to you.
I’ve texted you about 100 times today,
You haven’t answered any of them.
I’m scared. I hope it isn’t true.
Today they pulled us into the gym.
They told us all what happened.
They told us the counselors would be open.
I saw your mom today.
We didn’t even say a word, we couldn’t.
I gave her your favorite flowers, pink peonies.
We cried for hours.
Your funeral was sad.
The entire school showed up.
Yes even the ones who were mean to you.
I couldn’t talk at the stand, I just cried.
I haven’t written in a while.
I don’t know what to say anymore.
Some mornings I can’t get out of bed.
I never got the chance to tell you I loved you.
I mean loved you, loved you. Now you’ll never know.
I sit by your grave for a few hours everyday.
The doctors tell me it’s not healthy, I tell them I don’t care.
I still love you and it worries me because
I’ll never love anyone the way I love you.
I’m scared because I’m starting to forget
The sound of your voice and
The way your eyes shine in the sunlight
And the warmth of your hugs
I’m sorry I wasn’t there that night.
It should have never happened.
I was always supposed to be there for you.
I haven’t had a sip of alcohol since the accident.
It’s not fair he lived and you didn’t.
The police said he was drunk. It’s not fair you died.
It’s getting bad, I need you here.
I still love you.
I’m coming to see what it’s like over where you are.
I’ll see you soon.
im sorry but if this scene didnt have at least 3000 people in it then idk what did
um excuse you i’m like 99% that this girls 1000+ age and his 20 ish age
that this is the largest age gap
The number on the scale is not the number of freckles on your cheeks, someday someone will be so fucking lucky to play connect the dots on the bridge of your nose and kiss you until the stars die out.
The number on the scale is not the number of missed calls on your ex boyfriend’s phone because he told you he was thinking about jumping off a bridge or burning himself alive, and even though he broke your heart, you still had to make sure he was okay.
The number on the scale is not the number of books you have cried over. You sit with your hair brushed to the side reading through pages and pages and feeling everything. And someday someone is going to fall asleep next to you and they won’t mind when you wake them up in the middle of the night so they can hold you as you cry because your favorite character’s heart got broken.
The number on the scale does not change the fact that you are the universe and you’ve got flowers growing in your veins" -(via extrasad)
when u havent done ur homework but the teacher goes through the answers with the class