i feel like maybe we are something and maybe we’re not but i have this tendency to get caught up in my own emotion so it’s 4 in the morning and i’m wondering if you meant to be flirting. i imagine you awake with me too, scanning my words, looking for the meanings i try to bury in them. it’s just that sometimes you say you slept good and sometimes when i say, “couldn’t fall asleep,” you look at me and say, “me too.”
(Source: filhade-jah)
i survive in the in between. a graveyard of things that were almost happy.
r.i.d (via inkskinned)
Anonymous Do ya have a significant other?
I’m significant by myself
Tell me I’m cute or something so I can like roll my eyes at you but then blush when I think about it later
