I overthink what it means when someone takes too long to answer a text — and when someone answers a text too quickly.
“Four people were walking in the dead of the night wearing black hoods and capes like gowns and they literally had no faces. And by no faces I mean like no eyes, mouth, ears, just blank white pale faces.”
“When my uncle was younger he and his friends stole a car, drove across the country to Montana, and ended up holding a family hostage to run from the cops.”
I have a low opinion of myself, so I never assume that someone likes me. I assume the opposite. That they are just being nice. That they are just flirty people. That I mean nothing to them.
Screw you for getting scared off whenever I tried to get closer to you. For making me feel like I did something wrong, just by loving you. For convincing me that I was the problem, not you, never you.
I keep my heart closed. My ribcage slammed shut. I push people away as soon as they start to mean something to me because I’m scared of getting too close to anyone.
When you fall in love with a Cancer, you’ll never go a day without getting a compliment that makes your cheeks hurt from smiling so wide.
She wishes that a boy would walk her to her front stoop and kiss her goodnight instead of texting her an hour later to see if she made it home safe.
She wants to become a success story. So she puts in the hours, even when it sucks.
Someone set up this place. Someone planned for this. Someone picked us for a reason.