Why not recycle your old AIM/MSN away messages for new Instagram captions?
bae -if this sky’s going to eat us then I’d like to be digested into a million pieces with you -you smile like a saint but you curse like a sailor -sometimes you won’t talk but we’re not fighting -to breathe in the air will be the only thing that we have -my eyes on the lights, her hand on my shoulder -and just like a star, I’ll fall for you -and at night I dream of reasons that I can’t let you go -I’d walk through Hell for you -you’ll always be my Konstantine -I wanna be your shirt so I can hug you while you work -I’ve broken both my legs falling for you
ex/pining -yeah, we still watch movies sometimes, but you don’t lay in my lap -if I’m just madness, then you’re a liar -I know you well enough to know you never loved me -could you tell me the next time that you’re choking? ‘cause I’ll rush right over to shove some dirt right down your throat -I need you like water in my lungs -the truth is you could slit my throat and with my one last gasping breath I’d apologize for bleeding on your shirt -will someone please call a surgeon who can crack my ribs and repair this broken heart -well, as for now I’m gonna hear the saddest songs and sit alone and wonder how you’re making out – but as for me, I wish that I was anywhere with anyone, making out
myspace selfie -don’t ask me about forever because right now I’m feeling lost -my ribs have parted ways – they said, “we’re not going to protect this heart you have.” -do you like to hurt? I do, I do -in the end, Peter Pan pulled off Tinkerbell’s wings, so she could never leave -a thousand clever lines unread on clever napkins -and I had dreams that I would learn to play guitar, maybe cross the country, become a rockstar -I am heaven sent, don’t you dare forget
squad/scene kids -I just want someone to walk in front and I’ll follow the leader -this is the sound of the hopeless kids as they scream from the basements of the houses of their parents -it’s to jimmy eat world and those nights in my car -we’re doing fine, we’re doing nothing at all
feeling emo -no one should ever feel the way that I feel now -so that is how I learned the lesson that everyone is alone -it’s hard to look in the mirror these days when everyone has everything you’d rather be -so we bottled and shelved all our regrets -it’s okay to be angry and never let go -knowing nothing is better than knowing at all -a girl who’s too sad to give a fuck -this is because I can spell confusion with a K -I always catch the clock it’s 11:11 -do you believe you’re missing out? that everything good is happening somewhere else? -die young and save yourself -I’m a word that no one ever wants to say -is this the way a toy feels when its batteries run dry?
haters -I’ve seen more spine in jellyfish -I’ve seen more guts in 11 year old kids -if looks could really kill then my profession would be staring -is that what you call tact? you’re as subtle as a brick in the small of my back -have another drink and drive yourself home, I hope there’s ice on the roads
turnt -my tongue will taste of gin and malicious intent -there’s music playing but we dance to the beat of our black hearts -the sedatives tell you everything is alright -had a few drinks, we all felt inspired
This is because I can spell confusion with a ‘K’ and I can like it.
It’s to dying in another’s arms and why I had to try it.
It’s to Jimmy Eat World and those nights in my car, when the first star you see may not be a star.
“I’m not your star.”
Isn’t that what you said?
What you thought this song meant?
If this is what it takes just to lie with my mistakes, and live with what i did to you, all the hell I put you through.
I always catch the clock, its 11:11.
Now you wanna talk.
Its not hard to dream, you’ll always be my konstantine.
They’ll never hurt you like I do.
Any chance you could possibly perhaps write a little stiles-away-at-college-and-derek-sexting-him-during-lectures-and-stiles-getting-really-distracted fic? Ps I love you, your writing is always amazing, please never stop!
Stiles’ lecturer is reading from the power-point presentation.
No adlibbing, no jokes, no witty asides to keep them all awake and willing to push through their afternoon lecture, nothing.
Stiles started off trying to keep up with note writing, and then realised he was repeating himself from the notes he made last night. Their lecturer emailed them this power-point three days ago, and now he’s reading it to them.
He could have been having skype sex with Derek, hell, he could have driven home to Derek and slept beside him for once. Instead, he thought he needed to cram for an important lecture, and they’re all being trolled. It’s as if his lecturer was too busy getting laid, or doing something else nice with his other half— like Stiles could have been doing— rather than preparing his own damn class.
God damn, Derek had looked so sleepy and warm and good on Stiles’ laptop screen, too. He’d only been able to talk for five minutes— Derek had a night class, and Stiles had thought he needed to study— but nope.