(also redone)
i miss you
even though i
don't want to.
my tears fell
down and down
on your front
doorstep and
sometimes when
i think of
you too much
i start to
hope they make
you slip.
-stanley
(i wish my
name was three
syllables)
YOU ARE READING
˚ʚ my heart beats for you in threes - stenbrough ɞ˚
Teen Fiction"and just like that, i wasn't a loser anymore. i was just a loser, and god, that was the one thing that hurt me more than myself or my thoughts. i was just a plain old loser. i was just a plain old loser, and i always fucking would be."
