are drinking wine right from the
bottle and I know the length you
like to keep your fingernails. You
are cute when you hum to music
and think no one is listening. I
like to watch your hands when
you are talking on the phone and
imagining I’m the only person in
the world who knows these details.
If you ever go missing, I will
describe you to the police by
explaining the way your breath
sounds and how your jaw looks
when you are laughing. anne, little things (via mer-se)
Then I see you, you’re walking ‘cross the campus
Cruel professor studying romances
“The Nazgûl were they, the Ringwraiths, the Úlairi, the Enemy’s most terrible servants; darkness went with them, and they cried with the voices of death.”
I hate that he doesn’t care for me the way I love him.
Why even bother with relationships when they end in so much pain. Why even bother when you’ll always be the one who loves more and hurts more and the other person gets to keep on living.
I don’t even want to try again if this fails. I don’t ever want to feel like this again.