“Oh come on, please tell me what or who do you want?” You still keep begging me to say to you what i want. “You really wanna know?” he half-screams “YES!! How many times do i have to say it? Please, tell me.” Im not going to say it right away, i will torture him a little. “You know it. Why do you want me to say it?” He’s pretty tired by now....
But even if I fall in love again with someone new, it could never be the way I loved you. Like a first love, the one and only true love. Wasn’t it written all over my face, yeah I loved you like you loved me like something pure and holy. Like something that can never be replaced
You’re my nasty fantasy.– Laura Georgina Saar (me)
hope dies last.. mine is dead
It makes me a little sick, that things are really like this now. He used to be my constant, my safe place. He made me feel comfortable when i couldn’t stand my own skin. Now we’re… this. Strangers, who ask some not important questions from each other once in a while. It makes me lose a little more trust in the world. Nothing stays the same for long, no one is a guarantee.
everything you love will burn up in the light
Remember when you were young and life was so carefree? When the only thing that made you cry was a lollipop that you couldn’t have? When the only thing that hurt you was the ground where you fell on? No-one ever blamed you on hurting someone. No-one ever hurt you. No-one didn’t break your heart. You didn’t break someones heart. You didn’t have to choose between good and...