It’s kindof relieving to know that this magnificent, wonderfully changed person you preach about, is in fact the same old you. All your flaws, your lies, the reasons why we fell apart, are still there.. I was so worried they had gone away, and that I was missing out on this new you. The you that I had wanted so badly for you to be… People never change.
Lover dearest.
This place is a hole, and I don’t want to go. I wish we could stay here forever alone. This time that we waste, but I still love your taste, Don’t let him take my place, don’t just sit there. Sometimes I wish you would leave me. I’m not sick of you yet, is that as good as it gets, I’ll just hide it, or I could slip into you, It’s so easy to come back into you.
I stared for awhile, and waited for words, Seen but not heard and struggled to try. My tongue’s turning black, but I’ll take you back. You’re still thebest more or less, I guess. I guess.
Don’t you leave me, I’m not sick of you yet, Is that as good as it gets, I’ll just hide, or I could slip into you, It’s so easy to come back into you.
It hurts me to say that it hurts me to stay. And it might be alright if you go. It hurts me to say that I want you to stay, But it might be alright if you go.
So leave me, I’m not sick of you yet, Is that as good as it gets. I’ll just hide it, or I could slip into you, It’s so easy to come back into you.
Sometimes I think that the bitter in you, And the quitter in me, Is the bitter in you and the quitter in me. The bitter in you, and the quitter in me, Is the bitter in you and the quitter in me. The bitter in you, and the quitter in me, Is the better in you and the quitter in me, Is bigger than the both of us…
You make me smile, more than you know.. I silently thank you for being who you are most nights.
(Source: letsbeabeautifuldisaster, via brokenpromisesanddbrokenhearts)
Anonymous asked: Dear Sunsetits, can I have $500?
What is it for? Bewbs?
Anonymous asked: Why do you say thanks at the end of all your emails?
Because i am a polite muthafucka.
ahl8 asked: Dear Sunsetfayce, Your question section is titled 'ask me anything'. This is misleading, because you refuse to answer my questions. Ass. Do you prefer salmon or tuna?
Dear Alan- I assume that is your name yes?- Apolgies for the misleading question section- i shall change it to *Ask me polite Questions that do not involve Human bodily emitions.*
I have to say Tuna is the preferred Chicken of the sea! With Mayo and lettuce on a sammich.
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I love my room.
But you can’t get away from yourself. You can’t decide not to see yourself anymore. You can’t decide to turn off the noise in your head.
—Thirteen Reasons Why, Jay Asher (via zorro-craneo)
(Source: word-collector, via couldvebeenawonder)
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At the bottom of her heart, however, she was waiting for something to happen. Like shipwrecked sailors, she turned despairing eyes upon the solitude of her life, seeking afar off some white sail in the mists of the horizon. She did not know what this chance would be, what wind would bring it her, towards what shore it would drive her, if it would be a shallop or a three-decker, laden with anguish or full of bliss to the portholes. But each morning, as she awoke, she hoped it would come that day; she listened to every sound, sprang up with a start, wondered that it did not come; then at sunset, always more saddened, she longed for the morrow.
—Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary (via flentes)
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