“They put a bowl of LIVE EELS inside her, via butthole.”
You tasted of my childhood.
She doesn’t have any desire to spend time with anyone who doesn’t want to spend time with her.
Find someone who understands your struggles. Someone who won’t judge you when your body shakes and your mind won’t shut up.
You’re terrified of putting yourself out there and getting disappointed again. Besides, no one you meet can ever compare to your first real love.
Our months of drawn out kisses and sweaty hands clasped together. Our hot three hour long bus rides to New York and another one to Philly. Our Julys in the rain. Our Augusts of heartbreak and tears that grew seeds into our hearts. Our eager hello’s and that gutting final goodbye. The summer months were always ours, even when we ended.
Our generation has become lazy and in the process forgotten what it is like to date.
I should have fought for you.
They mean that everyone they’ve ever had feelings for has turned out to disappoint them. They mean that no matter how many times they open up their heart to love, they end up getting punished for it.