You’re a constant thought in my head, I honestly can’t seem to get you out. I just want this to end already, I’m sick of it, I’m sick or you & your bullshit. Why is it, I always tent to like those who treat me like shit, who are the dickheads. It honestly isn’t a good feeling, especially when it’s you I’m talking about.
Yeah yeah yeah you’re all cute & shit, but I don’t care about that bit, it’s everything else you showed me, especially on that one night.
Sometimes I wish, you never sent me that first inbox.
Mr. Moseby: Keep in touch, okay?
London: Don’t worry I’ve got you on speed dial. I’ll call you if I ever have a problem.
-Mr. Moseby’s phone rings-
London: Mr. Moseby, I have a problem, I’m gonna miss you.
Let’s play “yes” or “no.” You ask me questions on anonymous or not, and I can only answer YES or NO.
(Source: moonshin33)
I want you to prove me wrong.
To prove to me that you are worth the fight, that you are worth the time, and that you are worth the tears. Prove to me that you are serious about this. Please prove me wrong when I say that I’m not the only one on your mind, that I’m just another girl in your life that you won’t care if I left.
(Source: judeamell)
