“Even if you think the flame has died, there’s a least one lyric that will hit that last hot spot, and then you’ll find yourself as fucked as you were the day you lied and said you never wanted to see him again.”—John Mayer (via poeticheartache)
It’s funny how all of us like to stand in the shower endlessly just thinking about life and what happened that day. How we each think the same thought in the awkward moment, but no one says anything except that one bold person. How we all ditch homework for Facebook and stalk people pretty much 98% of the time. How pretty much 99% of us don’t have a Valentine this year, yet shouldn’t we due to that large amount? I’ts funny how we’re not all friends with each other, but it’s like we’re all connected somehow.
Nobody cares. Everyone will leave eventually. They will reassure they won’t. They will tell you they love you and tell you they will always be there. Then one day they will find someone better then you and they will leave.