

Confession no. 19I'm terrified that I might lose my best friend.Confession no. 19


Wanna-Be Lady CapuletTo my Dear Romeo and his Beloved Juliet,Wanna-Be Lady Capulet
I'm sick and tired of seeing such beautiful love turn into ash. I hate watching smiling faces turn into rainy days. I want nothing more than for things to go back to the way they were. I'm done catching glimpses of what could have been in the broken shards of the mirror called Yesterday. Keep your tragic deaths. Keep your un-happy ending.
Talk not to me, for I'll speak not a word. Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee.


Letters to Emily 2Dear Emily, I've been waiting for you to be right. Logically, what you're trying to tell me should be right.Letters to Emily 2
Though I've come to learn what is logical isn't always right.
I've been sitting on the beach sifting through grains of sand looking for the perfect shell. I have not found it yet, but that does not mean I should give up. I intend to comb the beaches even if my knees become raw, red and dented from kneeling in the sand, and my hands become cracked, stiff, and dry from the salty water and wind.
I almost want to ask you if it's worth it, but you will give me a logical answer that I'm no
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I did a shit on your shit
Irony completed ©
♥ Thank you so much for the
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"It's all make believe, isn't it?"
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