texts from tom
“…Stop reading this, just stop. No one is supposed to read things like this, I’m a goddamned child! Look at you, the pretty girl everyone talks to when they cry. Why are you cursed with that fucking burden, what could you have possibly said to anything like this. Sleep. Delete all of this, burn it from your memory. It doesn’t change anything. But god damn it I’m...
I apologize on his behalf. Disgusting, really disgusting.
this website is lame
henry sobs are the worst sobs.
sex sex sex sex SEX SEX SEX SEX SEXSEXSEXSEXSEXSEXSEX
I love no one but you, I have discovered, but you are far away and I am here...– Lemony Snicket (via mojadjevojka)
It is funny how you do not miss affection until it is given, but once it is, it...– Libba Bray, The Sweet Far Thing (via holdenandcaulfield)
I cannot believe you laid there all through the night and cried, and cried, and wimpered and shivered, because your life is a mess and you love me. All I could say was okay. Did that really happen? I am overwhelmed, I am falling asleep
Dana’s friend’s little autistic brother drowned with two other little kids, locked in the cabin of a sinking boat today. He called my house and left a voicemail for all of my family to hear, starting out okay and then ascending into hysteria. “Hey Dana I can’t… come… to your party tomorrow anymore, because, my brother is dead! My little David! Call me...
UGH Jared is simply perfect. Bless his little soul, whatever that even means.
oh god what am I going to do.