the patron saint of liars and fakes.

i need to know that this too, shall pass.
that there is a happy ending after all of this.
that only him and i matter.
i need to know that this feeling i have
this heavy weight that is suffacating me will be lifted
that i have been through worse.
that we're so much better then this.

all i can do is breathe.

black lines to battlefields

dear you,

for a moment you fooled me. i thought perhaps i was wrong; i was being the vindictive one. i was being dramatic, and i was too quick to dislike you. for a moment, i thought maybe everyone around me was right. it was just me.

thank you for proving me wrong.

i want you to realize, without this sounding to harsh (although i dont care if it does), that the things you are doing now will effect our relationship for the rest of your life. the words you say, and the actions you take right now will hang over your head forever. dont believe me? give me 5 years. ask me why then, refer to this day. oh, and go fuck yourself.


dear you,

thank you for everything. for listening to me. for planning this, for being strong when i wasnt. for reminding what the ultimate goal of all this is. that in 25 days, no one else will matter. for being my rock(s), for loving me unconditionally, finally seeing the light (haha, told you so). for being you, thank you is not enough. you' never know how much this means to me, no amount of words or thank you's will ever make you see it. but i'll keep saying it anyway, and do my best to show my appreciation.

love always,
a