There’s this guy who broke my heart. We don’t talk anymore, but sometimes I send him messages when I get home at 4 a.m. and the room feels like it’s spinning and I am so, so sad for reasons I can’t comprehend. He never texts me back and I convince myself he changed his number.
Sagittarius: On the PROWL. You’re a flirtatious drunk and always looking for someone to make out with.
Aries: You’re the drunk friend who also gets everyone else drunk AF because you’re constantly buying rounds of shots or challenging everyone to chugging contests you know you’ll win.
How do I tell her to be her beautiful, bright self in a world that will go after that beauty, sometimes in dangerous ways?
He cries on the street and on the porch, I hear it in different rooms of his house.
Tears drip softly down your face and it stings when it hits your chest. ‘Bye’, you say, knowing fully well he can hear your soft cries. ‘Bye’, he says, with his own tears soaking through the other line. Click.
Long gone are late nights spent chasing a “good time,” losing my phone in bar bathrooms, being the wobbly chick your friend has to prop up against a wall, throwing up in corners and waking up in strangers’ beds.
We are going to remember the moments which we used to label as ordinary even though they weren’t.
I didn’t sleep brilliantly that night, I never do when I’ve been drinking, but when I woke up I was completely sober.
It’s funny — every time I’d go, I only really thought about my own future, on the things that laid ahead. On the new experiences, the new people, the new environments. It never occurred to me that elsewhere, someone else was trying to fill the gaps I used to fit into so effortlessly.