OR, ACCORDING TO SOMEONE ELSE...
"shorter than jack, you're fairly calm until you hang out with your roommates, you're a brunette, you are FINALLY over 21 years old, you are in a relationship with caffeine, you are pretty fucking gay, you can be lazy but you get pretty bouncy after your fifth cup of coffee, you are a big dreamer and a microplanner, you also just wear anything that is clean, you prefer converses, and your hair is in a ponytail forever so no one knows, also sleep in the dark but when do you sleep?"
If you ever ask me how many times you’ve crossed my mind, I would say once. Because you came, and never left.
My life is made up of ‘I’m sorry’. I feel like I have to apologize to people, to things, to life itself. It’s like, ‘I’m sorry to be here’. I don’t want to disturb anyone.
One day someone is going to hug you so tight
That all of your broken pieces
Will stick back together
Hard to sit here and be close to you, and not kiss you.