“I do not say ‘good-bye.’ I believe that’s one of the bullshittiest words ever invented. It’s not like you’re given the choice to say ‘bad-bye’ or ‘awful-bye’ or ‘couldn’t-care-less-about-you-bye.’ Every time you leave, it’s supposed to be a good one. Well, I don’t believe in that. I believe against that.”—John Green (via gildings)
I never told you, ‘cause there wasn’t time. “We were so young then”… excuses that I’ve been repeating to justify the lies I’ve been feeding myself to get by.
But I’m alone tonight.
Tonight I will wonder ‘til I fall asleep: if I can’t hear you, can you still hear me? If there is an answer to where we all go, I hope it’s together, ‘cause then I would know that someone is waiting for me.
I laugh and I lie, ‘cause I’m hurt on the inside, and that’s where I want it to stay. Luck tipped the scale, so I lead fairy tales, but nothing’s worth feeling this way.