Youregone Stories

“If you take Polaroids of our ankles entwined and your thumb pressing into my wrists I swear I’ll stain the edges with my lipstick and coffee just so we can pretend it was an accident and that you loved me in the way I wanted you to.”

you confuse me so much. you care one day, but avoid me the next.

mostly bullshit i use lots of metaphors based on true events