When I get called out for being too mean

whatshouldbifflescallme:

On the outside:

On the inside:

when i run into the guy i always send really embarrassing drunk texts to

mylifeasakitten:

when i walk out of my dorm room in my underwear and then realize there’s a random boy standing there in the hallway

mylifeasakitten:

The space between what’s wrong and right

is where you’ll find me hiding, waiting for you.

I miss our late nights. Our long days of doing nothing but being together. Hanging out with your family and feeling like one of them. I miss going out on dates with you even if they were just at Panera. Your crazy dog that never calms down no matter how long you pet him. I wish we could lay in your bed and smoke one last blunt together, spend one more night together, maybe then I’d feel better about not ever being together again.