your stuff
i didn’t realize
how little of your stuff i had left.
i thought i had more of you.
i thought i had pulled you inside of my skeleton and my blood.
i thought each breath you had we shared,
but i just have your dirty laundry instead.
i think you already knew you were gone
before you left.
#raeganfordemwalt
#lovergirl
O mistress mine (twelfth night)
O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O stay and hear; your true love’s coming,
That can sing both high and low:
Trip no further, pretty sweeting;
Journeys end in lovers meeting,
Every wise man’s son doth know.
What is love? ’tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What’s to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies no plenty;
Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty,
Youth’s a stuff will not endure.
-Shakespeare
Reklam
How could it happen? How do I want to be near you so much? Holding your hands and laughing with you and all that stuff...
But thinking that you never do and never will love me I want to escape from you, wishing I was miles away. Wishing I could be happier, freer? Maybe forgetting about you.
Maybe time is the cure.
Take another walk out of your fake world
Please put all the drugs out of your hand
You'll see that you can breathe without no back up
So much stuff you got to understand
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dear thomas,
this is the first letter i could remember writing. obviously, i don't know if i wrote any before the maze. but even if it's not my first, it's likely to be my last. i want you to know that i'm not scared. well, not of dying, anyway. it's more forgetting. it's losing myself to this virus, that's what scares me. so every night, i've been saying their names out loud. alby. winston. chuck. and i just repeat them over and over like a prayer, and it - and it all comes flooding back. just the little things like where the sun used to hit the glade at that perfect moment right before it slipped beneath the walls. and i remember the taste of frypan's stew. i never thought i'd miss that stuff so much. and i remember you. from the first time you came up in the box, just a scared little greenie who couldn't even remember his own name. but from that moment you ran into the maze, i knew i would follow you anywhere. and i have. we all have. if i could do it all over again, i would. and i wouldn't change a thing. my hope for you: when you're looking back years from now, you'll be able to say the same. the future is in your hands now, tommy. i know you'lIl find a way to do what's right. you always have. take care of everyone for me. and take care of yourself. you deserve to be happy. thank you for being my friend. goodbye, mate.
newt.
Reklam
Reklam