February 2012
The cold running through my veins as sharp and harsh as the waves crashing onto the sand.
Mind racing, breathless Heart pumping, pounding. Blood flowing, running. Hands shaking, restless.
My weightless mind wanders, as each breath takes my shattered soul just a little bit highter.
To those of you who do follow me :
I’m not big on posting on tumblr anymore, so I’m just devoting my whole page to my writings. I’ll also still be reblogging, but mainly my writing. My hands cramp up easily when writing with utensils.
Dear future Boyfriend,
notestomyfutureboyfriend:
Please don’t give up on me. I know you’re dealing with a heart that you didn’t break, and its hard to understand why I wont let you in; But i promise if you’re patience, you’ll have all of my heart.
Love,
Me
losgrowlers:
Psycho bitches that talk shit on you and talk shit on you for finding out that they talk shit on you lol