Electric Eyes

diminishes:

*stubs toe*

*sings family reunion by blink-182*

(via coleyravioli)

It’s Gotta Be Okay

People like us, people who came from where we came from and lived how we lived, we have to be alright.

It’s got to be true because we already lived our tragedies and our suprisingly dark indi films and our horrors, our disasters and our teenaged dramas.

All we’ve got left is romcoms, uplifting journeys of self discovery and disney princess films.

We can be princesses soon, I promise.

So There’s Someone Else.

Someone he likes more then me, cause I can feel it in every word I read.

He likes her more then me and he only likes her a little bit. He says imagine the smallest amount you could possibly crush on someone and halve that and that’s how much he likes her.

And me less.

Which is wonderful…

But I suppose I deserve it, I like him more then my own boyfriend.

Hollow hopes here.

What beats this feeling?

It’s sweaty and humid and I’ve spent all day running about or cleaning, but there’s something magical about doing it in this season; doing it for these reasons.

I’m growing up and making my mamma proud.

I Lie A Lot, It Seems

I have a stupid stupid feeling that you were a mistake and now I don’t have it in my heart to tell you so.

I should tell you and I don’t ever want to tell you.

It would be so much easier if you just disappeared. Because you restrict me, you hold me back from what I want to have.

If you just stopped being there or stopped talking to me I wouldn’t mind. I wouldn’t even notice, you know, but you…

… you mind so much and it breaks my heart.

But here’s the truth; here’s what makes it necessary; here’s what makes me a liar:

I just forgot.

I forgot my restrictions. I forgot my mistakes. I forgot about what breaks my heart when I’m alone with my thoughts.

I just forgot you.

It Isn’t “Your Thing”

That was OUR thing.

That was something we did together and it was good so why do you have to go and ruin it?

You Know That Moment…

When the The Deathly Hallows is made and you never thought you’d live long enough to ever see the 7th book let alone the red carpet premier…

And when you realise you’ve almost graduated high school forever even though you thought you’d die like a million times between year 8 and now…

And you’re going out to restaurants with friends, not to the park to fuck around, even though you still do that but you’ve never been to a restaurant without your mum and dad back then…

And you’re a fucking waitress which is a real job, and fuck, it isn’t even your first real job either…

And Darren Criss is on your television, and he’s crisp and unpixelated and there’s no little Starkid logo in the top corner and no recommended videos or comments box cause Darren Criss is on Glee for God’s sake and Glee isn’t Starkid…

And your sister is 21 even though you can still remember that day when she had her books spread out all over the table and she was revising for exams just like you are right now.

And your other sister and your cousin are wearing BRAS and they even need them, but they were running about flat chested under sprinklers what seems like just a Summer ago…

And you stay up all night sometimes, more often then not actually, but you remember never being able to stay awake for dawn before, cause it was just so hard and staying up at night was always for grown ups like sister and mum and dad.

And your best friends help you get trashed but you can remember playing witches and foursquare and having secret club meetings like it was yesterday…

And you’re going away on your own in a month but you’ve never done that before, at least not for fun, it was always choir this or school that, but this is holiday down south and it’s just different…

And then you realise, no matter how much you ramble and yell and laugh and clutch desperately at “Remember When”s, that you’re not a kid anymore.
I can’t be a kid anymore.