I’m thinking about how there is never the question about whether you’ll drop off the face of the earth, but when. It’s just a matter of time before you completely disappear. It’s your biggest form of power, your ability to disappear. Hide. Jump ship.
I think about when we’re done with this place who knows where you’ll be, who knows what you’ll be doing. I like to think I might be important. That we might end up in the same city. I’ll run into you and you’ll act like its no big deal, like you did with our friend this morning. Everyone is always surprised by you and you’re always calculated and composed.
There are some people that just disappear and I never thought you’d be one. But here we are, at cliff’s edge. I guess we’ve been here a while.
It’s like I’ve stumbled upon your rope, looked over the edge to see you lowering yourself away.
“I’ve stopped being sorry for all my soft. I won’t apologize because I miss you, or because I said it, or because I text you first, or again. I think everyone spends too much time trying to close themselves off. I don’t want to be cool or indifferent, I want to be honest.”—Azra.T “Don’t Wait Three Days to Text First.” (via tat-art)
do you ever get so disgusted with yourself, like you can not believe how stupid and thoughtless you are and it’s so frustrating because you keep telling yourself that you’ll do better next time but then next time rolls around and the same thing keeps happening and you end up in this pattern of mediocrity.
CATS FORGETTING TO PUT THEIR TONGUES AWAY MAKES ME SO FUCKIN HAPPY. YOUR TONGUE IS NOT IN YOUR MOUTH AND YOU HAVE NO IDEA. ITS JUST HANGIN THERE, NOT BEING IN YOURM OUTH. YOU FORGOT ABOUT IT. YOU ARE A CAT