not my pics but my bffs

  • kj: hey cole's my bestie i'm so glad we've met we're best friends now he's so fun thank god we're buddies do you know my bff cole he's like so cool let me introduce you to my pal cole
  • kj: *posts a shit ton of cole's pics on his insta*
  • kj: *goes on a road trip with cole*
  • kj: *intense jarchie shipping*
  • kj: *stares at cole with hearts in his eyes the size of jupiter*
  • kj: *eyefucks cole*
  • kj: *snaps cole 24/7*
  • kj: *touches cole every second it's possible*
  • kj:
  • kj:
  • kj: no homo
  • kj: anyways yknow my mate co—
6

i’ve been thinking a lot lately about change and such, especially as i grow my hair out for the first time in my life and as i get closer and closer to graduate so here are 6 photos of myself that mean something as my growth as a person
the colored shapes-> one of my first days that i ventured out alone in nyc
the bike shirt-> alone on the train to coney island where i spent the day sitting on the beach thinking about what i want to do with my life
the hair holdin-> the day of my senior portraits
the trio pic -> my bffs at the fair
fur ring -> back in nyc
banana -> first pic with my nose piercing

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.