Will: She woke herself up?
Sean: Ah…! But Will, she’s been dead for 2 years, and that’s the shit I remember: wonderful stuff you know? Little things like that. Those are the things I miss the most. The little idiosyncrasies that only I know about: that’s what made her my wife. Oh she had the goods on me too, she knew all my little peccadilloes. People call these things imperfections, but there not. Ah, that’s the good stuff.” —
dont change but people in them do.
Like you’ve been drinking jack and coke all morning
She can make u feel high
Full a single greatest commodity known to man
Promise promise of a better day
Promise of a greater hope
Promise of a new tomorrow
This particular aura can be found in the gait of a beautiful girl
In her smile & in her soul & the way she makes every rotten little thing about life seem like its gonna be ok…” —Taking Back Sunday
Once I again. Guys never fail to prove me right about how much of an ass they can be.
Just when I thought the next one might be different. Wrong once again.
I hate that feeling.
that feeling when…like there’s a cool party in town and everyone was invited except you but you decided to go anyway…
Envy is the worse dress to wear.