Fool in the Rain
×Because they were Roses and I am just a dandelion×



i miss when i was like 12 and it would be the night before a big field trip or something and i couldnt go to sleep because i was so excited. i miss being so into a book that i would stay up past my bed time reading it. everything seems so bland or something idk. i’m only 19 and everything is so tiring. i miss wanting to be awake

this is the realist shit on this website

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I think little by little, everything kills us inside. I think bits and pieces of our worst nightmares come true when we least expect it. They all add up and it happens so often that we try to imagine that it’s supposed to happen this way. It isn’t.

I think that it’s the way we never know what our last kiss is or the last time we’ll hold their hand. I think it’s not falling in love when you need it most and falling out of love when you need it least. I think there’s something to a goodnight text when really you just want to sleep instead of hearing that phone ring one more time.

I think what kills us the most is loving the wrong people. I think getting heartbroken is a real shitty thing to happen but I think it’s worse when you saw it coming from miles away. I think it’s the way they kiss you without any passion or when you can tell that they’ll just never feel the same. Things aren’t always fair and I think that’s what kills us, too.

But I change my last statement- I don’t think loving the wrong people is the worst thing that can happen. I think the most damage is watching someone you love walk away without any remorse, without looking back even once. I think it’s that pity hug they give you when you see them in the shopping mall or them texting you ‘thanks!’ after you text them on their birthday. I think it’s all those places you’ll always see them because they stayed around for too long, and now their memories will stay there, too. I think it’s the way no one else’s hands will feel the same. I really think that’s it- I think what breaks us in the end is the way no one really loves you the same.


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am I the only one who looks at every grape before I eat it 

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