“I mean, fuck, I’ve told people I got birds tattooed on my shoulder blade because I like birds, and they give me this look like “bitch, that’s permanent” and I’m like, “I know, bitch, I fucking like birds, you got a problem with that?””—Meghan Damour (via everydaygay)
Sometimes I miss you so much that I can't breathe.
Every song I hear still reminds me of what we had, and of what we could have had. I’m about to go spend a summer at the very place that we fell in love and I’m terrified. Terrified of the whole summer being long and lonely and filled with ghosts. I’ve come a long way since last summer. I’ve worked hard to forgive you and to accept my mistakes. I don’t hate you anymore, and I’m not mad at you anymore. Just…disappointed and hurt and sad. And I really, really miss you sometimes. I try to remind myself that you’re not the same girl that I knew and loved; that I don’t really know you anymore and nothing could ever be the same anyways. But it’s still really hard sometimes. Sometimes I think I’ll never again find a person that I connect with on so many levels like we did. That’s a hard thought to deal with. But maybe that’s how it’s supposed to be. We find that one person who is perfect for us in every way, and we’re supposed to keep them around forever. Maybe it’s really true that I’ll never find anyone like you ever again. Maybe I don’t want to.
You know you’re my favorite coffee shop. You’ve been here for me through many, many trying days. Often, I don’t know what I’d do without you.
But fuck you.
Today you are packed. And there are violins inside of you. Violins are the STDs of coffee shops. Also, this violin may or may not be playing country music. Sadly, my dear coffee shop, you let me down tonight. Fucker.
Someone who needs peace and quiet and little human interaction tonight