guitar dance

cliffordmess  asked:

Hey :) I saw that you r still doing ships? So,i'm brunette, have long, curly dark hair, 5'5, 17 yrs... I'm a little sarcastic, but also really cute, not that good at making friends ( i blame my depression and anxiety for that), disney movies always make me smile... I really love to sing, draw, play my acoustic guitar, and dance ballet! also, i love your writing <3


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I play around with the strings on my acoustic guitar as I hear crickets making their natural night callings. When the words that are ever so true to me come to mind, I began to sing out loud.

“Maybe I will never be, who I was before…maybe I don’t even know her anymore…” I pause and let the sweet sound of my guitar fill my ears.

“It’ll take time, but I know I’ll be alright.” I sing and then stop. I hear a knocking on my window. It’s Theo as he gestures me to let him in. I sigh.

He climbs inside and flops onto my bed.

“What are you doing here?” I ask.

“I wanted to see you.” He shrugs and pulls me close to him.

“You shouldn’t be here,” I whisper, but I allow him to hold me.

“We’ll figure a way around this, kitten…” He whispers and kisses my forehead.

I hope you enjoy this @cliffordmess!

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.