Kill the Lights

(via intheeyesofanoptimist-deactivat)

I love walking around in my underwear. 

But it was not your fault but mine, and it was your heart on the line, I really fucked it up this time. Didn’t I my dear?

We are not what you think we are. 

Never give-in to something you control. 

Insta-memory.

And it called our calculations perfect love. 

My dad would wake us up real early, just as tendrils of light from the sun would illuminate the dark morning. Soft, hazy, and sleepy. That’s the closest I’ll get to being a kid again.