"

it was like…. every time I coughed
he was escaping me somehow.
Every time I opened a door,

every time I brushed my hair

every time I exhaled…
he was leaving all over again.
I would find myself crying at the end of the night when I knew I had forgotten how he smelled or the way he said hello when he was tired or sad or angry or exuberant.
i was losing parts of him, slowly
and quickly,
always at the same time.

I remember that his birthday is in December
and the first thing he ever painted was a flower
for his mom on mother’s day.
I could probably tell you his favorite foods
and the first thought he has every morning,
but soon I will no longer remember.
Soon

even that will be gone.

"
  • me: can't memorize a single formula for school
  • me: knows all the lyrics to thug story by taylor swift
  • Hey taylorswift what do I have to do to get you to follow me I mean I’m not very athletic but I’m willing to run marathons if that’s what it takes

    taylorswift:

    youareinloves:

    taylor swift is like that aunt that tries to be “hip” with the young’ns and “with the times” and then asks you what does bae stand for and after you tell her she starts calling everything bae even the lamp next to the couch

    HEY YOU HAVEN’T SEEN THE LAMP NEXT TO MY COUCH AND I WILL HAVE YOU KNOW THAT IT IS, IN FACT, VERY MUCH BAE.

    "No, fuck you. I was worth it."
    and I’m still worth it // R.R. (via done)

    infiltration:

    sometimes i realize there are so many things i won’t remember in 50 years like the way the sky looked this morning and all the dogs i saw today and my mom’s voice and i get so sad i never want to forget

    "I wanted it to be you. I wanted it to be you so badly."
    Kathleen Kelly, You’ve Got Mail - via jeremy-atticus (via perfect)
    "Its weird how you can go from speaking to someone nearly 24/7 to nothing."