sometimes my lies get to a point where i get mad when people dont believe me
it must get annoying living in the south with all those banjos constantly playing
You know its her. You can’t even deny the way she puts your mind at ease and the way your heart is wrapped up in every syllable you see roll off those perfect lips. She’s the type you’ve been searching for. Those are the eyes and smile you’ve been selfishly craving for so long, but were far too breathtaking to shape into words.
I will write about the following, leave one in my ask box.
Dear person I hate,
Dear person I like,
Dear ex boyfriend,
Dear ex girlfriend,
Dear ex bestfriend,
Dear future me,
Dear past me,
Dear person I’m jealous of,
Dear person I had a crush on,
Dear [insert URL here],
Does anyone else lie in bed at 2:30am filled with the crippling fear that they’re never going to accomplish anything in life and fail miserably or is that just me