thequeenofapples

If there was one thing I thought I was completely ready for It was the supposedly predictable simple understandable overrated constricting feeling of heartbreak. My figurative black chunk of beating heart didn't crack in half or anything. It didn't get crushed to pieces. It felt like a little bit of peel from it was chipped off slowly and painstakingly, so it knew exactly where to hurt. It's like whittling a piece of wood, until all that you have left is a little sliver you could use to jab someone's finger with. Even in my head, I knew it was destined to fail, the idea of him and me together. I wasn't his type; hell, far from it, actuall

i'll tell you about the first time we met i was horribly jealous of your skills at art and i'll admit i tried to hate you you won me over in the end with your quiet charm and i was the only one who noticed that you never seemed to speak beyond a sentence or two at first but that was okay, you were new you'd warm up eventually but i didn't know i'd be horribly wrong we're older now, that's great but you don't seem to think so high school sucks, and you think everyone hates you but they don't, trust me you're wonderful, kind, talented, and beautiful they should flock to you and if they don't like you shame on them they're missing out on some