God, you’re so fucking beautiful and have a better sense of style than anyone in this damn town. You’re like, a perfect little Tumblr girl who loves drugs, has all the right views on things, you’re a little hippy, and a completely perfect girl who can be from the ghetto one second with your favorite raps and then in the same beat you would think someone stole her right out of a Tumblr post, with alternative lyrics as the caption. Inside your head the walls are lined with floral print and tie dye. Your brain tells you to be an asshole to people, but your heart screams love me. Your voice is strong, and can say the meanest things but your eyes shed tears when someone gives you the same treatment. You think you’re always right, most of the time you are and you take such pride in that. Your hands are small, but they know how to do great things, like the art you said you were never good at. I always knew you were or the bowls you know how to pack because anything drug related is your job. You put up such tall walls, and people think you’re strong and nothing can hurt you. They think you’re not phased by anything. If they only knew the truth, if they only knew you were dying inside. The darkness is eating you alive and I can see it just in that smile in those pretty pictures you post. She doesn’t appreciate it, or even see it like I do. You can do anything, you know? You have the potential to be anything you want, and crush anyone who gets in your way. You can over come the darkness. I believe in you. I love you. Happy one year & five months, princess.
“The pictures that you sent me they’re still living in my phone. I’ll admit I like to see them, I’ll admit I feel alone.”
I just need to realize it. I need to get myself together and realize that you care about yourself more than you do me. I need to realize that you’re not gunna fight for me. You fill your own head with this shit that isn’t even true and you truly believe it. You fight so hard to fight with me, why can’t you fight for me?
The sad part is, that when people talk about me they’re gunna say “yeah, I knew Savannah. Before she went off the rails after that girl fucked her up.” I don’t even know myself anymore, and I never will because when you walked out you took me with you. It’s just an empty body now. Hollow, and filled with darkness.
I JUST REALIZED WE DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT DINOSAURS SOUND LIKE! THEY COULD’VE BEEN SPEAKING FLUENT GERMAN FOR ALL WE KNOW
it’s too early for this late night tumblr shit
GUTEN MORGEN HERR PTERODACTYL
WIE GEHTS FRAU MASTADON
Oh my god neither of those are dinosaurs and there’s 145 million years separating them both, this post is a palaeontological disaster.
yeah, THATS the issue here