I want movement, not a calm course of existence. I want excitement and danger and the chance to sacrifice myself for my love. I feel in myself a superabundance of energy which finds no outlet in our quiet life.
"she was a smart girl, until she fell in love"
i always told myself that if a guy ever lied to me, just once then i would end it. and yet I’m here still holding onto whatever is left, trying to fix the mess we made; you made.
i’m stupid. this is stupid