valleyofdestruction:

spoken-not-written:

dropped my scrabble game on the sidewalk

What’s the word on the street?

(via rneerkat)

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It’s one of those nights

where I kind of, sort of fucking hate myself

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thisunfamiliar-road:

But you called this a long distance relationship so why aren’t you texting me back when I say I’m feeling down?

Do you even like me anymore?

I know you’ve been sick lately but it would be nice if you could ask if we could talk later. I wouldn’t mind. But if you have fallen asleep on me I’m gonna…

Update:

He responded. He’s hanging out with a friend. I mentally forgive him now. But being who I am, I still find something to complain about: he didn’t ask why I was feeling down.

If you like me and want to be my boy friend I feel like you should make sure I’m okay.

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But you called this a long distance relationship so why aren’t you texting me back when I say I’m feeling down?

Do you even like me anymore?

I know you’ve been sick lately but it would be nice if you could ask if we could talk later. I wouldn’t mind. But if you have fallen asleep on me I’m gonna be a bit upset.

I like you. I don’t know you very well. I want to get to know you and I want to see you again. But you’ve been acting like you couldn’t care less if we talk again.

I’ve also sent you snapchats that you don’t reply to. It wasn’t just a random picture, I asked how you were doing.

I’m so fucking needy, it’s pathetic.

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