To get back to who you were, you have to go back to where you began.
I will make sure to keep my distance;
Say I love you when you’re not listening.
And how long can we keep this up?
Please don’t stand so close to me.
I’m having trouble breathing.
I’m afraid of what you’ll see, right now.
I’ll give you everything I am,
All my broken heartbeats
Until I know you’ll understand.
You’ve got a bad case of being over there. The only cure is being over here.
This is my skin. It keeps out the rain and words I’d rather not hear like “I’m tired” or “I’m fine” or “We need to talk.”
This is my skin and it’s thick. This is not your skin. Yet you are still under it.
I Wrote This For You
(Source: meerweh)
There’s a library, it’s true.
It’s written by me, and it’s all about you.
It’s here for one more year.
It’s full of love.
It’s full of fear.
via I Wrote This For You
Life is just the novel you write on your coffee break. And your novel is just a collection of lies you’d like to remember. And all that you remember, is the distance from here, to then.
via I Wrote This For You
Phyllis, these are spoons. Spoons have rounded tops and are used to scoop things. What we need are forks, which have prongs or tiny spears on top. And we need knives, which have blades. Do you understand me now?
Phyllis:Yes.
Angela:
Goody.
I missed you more than words and pictures can describe. But I’ll try.
I wondered if every road was connected to every other road. I wondered if I touched it, if maybe somewhere, you would know.
