i even forgot about it

arthurkingsmen replied to your post: Mystery skulls music is so weird. Like except for…

I’m sorta the opposite? like, every MS song was an immediate hit for me, except for In My Sleep. Which wasnt even me not liking it, I just sorta forgot about it. But Its actually a rly good song.

…..I totally forgot about that song too. I had to look it up. Soon as it came on it was like ‘oh thats right! I really like this song….why did I forget it??’

Even if you called 6 months later at 3 am, I’d still answer; I’ll always care.
—  Unknown
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Hyde just likes playing the tsundere… He’s trying to be dramatic this time to spice things up…. drama nerd (  ఠωఠ)

Don’t give up, Hyde, keep on the stupid love confessions~~

I don’t…. think I even have to mention where the song is from, right…? xDD Based on a post @pocket-luv101​ shared some time ago <’3

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Worst pain in the world is when you miss someone so bad. But you can't tell them coz they have moved on with their life and no longer care or think about you
  • erwin: oh no my letter opener has lost its edge
  • hange: don't worry, commander, i gotchu. i'll get you the edgiest thing in this castle.
  • hange: *clears throat*
  • hange: LEEEEVIIIIII

self care is eating an entire tube of Pillsbury Original Crescent Roll™ dough raw while driving in the pouring rain with your windows down

I hated you so much that I forgot about your good qualities. I forgot you even had good qualities. So when you came up to me, eagerness filling what awkward tension I’d created, I turned toward the other direction and gestured for you to follow me. Small talk became our normal, until you asked how sick I was, while you folded me into a hug and within a matter of half a second it hit me, this is what I’ve been missing out on. That void you created two years ago disappeared, and in replacement heartbreak took its place. Your hug didn’t convey sexual desire or wanting something more, but instead an undying passion and a need for the one person who truly knows you to stay. And I guess that’s what I’ve been needing, because you are the first in such a long time to comfort me with actions instead of words, the first to tighten your grasp around my waist instead on letting go when I started to get comfortable. The crease in your neck feels like home, a place where only you and I can escape. I"m not going to give you an “I love you” or “I want you back” because that’s far from how I feel, but I will say this: The moment you walked back in, the moment I started feeling the way I should. You’re far from what I want, but you know what I need. Denial had taken a place within my undeveloped mind for so long yet when it slipped away, the sudden realisation came to me that maybe you do know me better than I know myself, like you’d always exclaimed to me in moments of pure sadness. I don’t know whether it’s a good or bad thing, or whether I should be happy or not, and this may be the last time I write about you but please don’t leave. You’ve destroyed me in a matter of seconds, but you also know how to rebuild me. I am a mental catastrophe, a psychedelic mess, and I can’t bare people leaving anymore. Not when I have no one left.

when we were seven years old and red-cheeked at the sunrise of our lives, i wrote you a letter and slipped it in your schoolbag when no one was looking. catholic school nuns taught us that god is always watching and maybe god saw me do it. back then i didn’t care. now i’m not sure if he even exists. still i believe that if god did exist, he wouldn’t give a damn about a love letter a girl wrote for another girl.

it wasn’t exactly a letter.

it was a poem i stole from a book i can no longer name because i didn’t write poetry yet and i wouldn’t until much, much later. i was the first person you showed it to. i swallowed my heart and framed a boy classmate who liked you.

i thought i’d gotten away with it.

we were alone after class as always when you said, “you wrote it, didn’t you?” for the first time, i became acquainted with the sensation of crashing. scrambled insides. a soul inverted. i still don’t know how i managed to laugh like it was a joke. i denied everything. i think you believed me.

i kind of wish you hadn’t.

time led us to different places and different lives. i dropped the sketchpad and picked up the textbooks, traded the dream of artist for neurosurgeon. i misplaced pieces of myself. i found new parts. i wrote a poem for the very first time. i lost myself in the lips of people who don’t even know your name and wrote poetry about them.

i forgot about you.

we are seventeen years old on the cusp of the midday of our lives when i see you again. it’s seven-thirty in the morning by the old school. your classes have already started and yet there you are, strolling like you can stop time at any moment. you don’t even look at me but the snapshot of you mid-step, framed by the early morning sunlight, rushes at me like a sucker punch and i find that i can barely breathe.

you grew up.

your beauty once crept on people. soft and gentle. moonlight. now it turns stranger’s heads. glittering and dangerous. you are the sun trapped in a vessel. your light might blind me but i want to keep looking at you.

i want to greet you good morning and ask you how you’re doing. i keep walking.

it’s shallow but i fall in love with pretty strangers all the time and you’re no exception. you were my best friend once but now you might as well be anyone, and anyone is easy to forget. so i almost forget you again but it seems like something out there doesn’t want me to, because you find me on instagram, of all places. i can only feed on so many glimpses of a life that has nothing to do with me until the urge to hear your voice again overwhelms the fear in my veins.

i type: how are you? do you remember me? 

i type: do you remember the letter?

but all i send is: hi.

— a letter i will never send | the list of people i’ve fallen for | OCEAN M.

No matter how many times you improve your self, some will always consider who you once were a better version. Learn to ignore those kind of people. They’re the ones that keep dead flowers and never leave any room for new flowers to grow.
—  Do not stay with people who cannot accept season changes.