I’m not going to be the girl you marry.
I’ll be the memory you have when you propose to her. As you slide that ring on her finger you’ll think about that time we got dressed in our swankiest threads and had a horrible time at that party so we came back home and sat in an empty bath tub drinking whiskey outta the bottle talking about our childhood dreams.
I’m not going to be the girl you marry. I’ll be that memory whenever you and her get in an argument. you’ll recall our first fight and the endless glares and icy tones. Repetition of words like RESPECT and WHY rung through the stillness of the air. We almost ended that night. Thankfully you stopped me from walking out of that door.
I’m not going to be the girl you marry. I’ll be that memory when you have your first child. When you and your wife are picking out names you’ll remember our talk about our future. Our apartment layout and first pet. A dog named Pascal because I’m allergic to cats.
I’m not going to be the girl you marry. I’ll be the girl you fall for when you are too young to understand what falling really is. You’ll fuck up and lose me. You won’t realize it until a while later. But when you do, you’ll think about me everyday. Forever.
Before this year I’ve never attended a funeral. Since January I’ve been to two and there are other friends around me suffering. I’m starting to get in this phase of life I guess… Plus with the increasing crime alerts, I get anxiety attacks just from walking a block away from my frat house to Ted’s frat house.
The last thing I should be worrying about is my stupid freaking iphone which I dropped in hot boiling water -_-
My wonderful little sister Kelsey has been diagnosed with an aggressive form of brain cancer. Please help her with the mounting bills that are the cost of fighting for survival. Thank you.
Hey Tumblr community please help out! She’s one of my friends from freshman year and I never thought something like this would happen to such an insanely cool girl, but I guess that shows how vulnerable life really is.
you begged me to love you.
I looked at you with twisted eyes as my mouth whispered
into your neck, “you don’t want this poison.”
you took five steps toward the bed
and looked five steps back.
you don’t want this poison.
my pockets were filled with pennies that I collected
each time you asked if it was time.
but the clock on the wall stopped ticking
and I never meant to have this much change.
the pay phone kept ringing and you kept asking.
I traced onto your back, “you don’t want this poison.”
because sunsets and coffee aren’t enough for me.
I looked at love as a bouquet of daggers.
you looked at love with a light in your eyes, begging to feel it.
I needed a man who was already broken.
someone who already had the pieces
of his heart stitched back together.
I needed a man who had lost love
and was ready to try again one last time.
a girl like me would destroy you.
you don’t want this poison.
you wanted me to be your first, I wanted to be someone’s last. d.a.h