A book is always worth losing sleep for.
― words of a sleep-deprived bibliophile (via scripturientintrovert)
It’s no surprise that you like her.
It doesn’t come as a shock
That you would rather have her fingers
Touch the back of your neck
While your lips collide in the dark.
I don’t blame you for wanting to text her first,
And sighing every time I text you first.
She’s all I wish I could be:
Sweet, hilarious, and beautiful.
It’s not a surprise that you
Like her perfect eyeliner,
Slim and athletic body,
And her personality,
Over whatever I am.
I don’t blame you for not wanting someone
Who’s sad and anxious and not as smart as you.
I don’t hate you and I don’t hate her.
I’m happy that you found someone
Who makes you as happy as you make me
Underneath all of the heartbreak you inadvertently deliver.
I don’t blame you for not feeling the same about me;
I wouldn’t like me either.
― (via hilarious-potato-salad)