One day you’re going to see her holding hands with someone who took your chance. She won’t even notice you because she’s too busy laughing with the stupid jokes he makes. And it will burn your heart seeing that beautiful smile on her face and realizing that you’re not the reason anymore. And then it will finally hit you: it was her, it was always her.
i hate when i’m trying to destroy babies on the train in staring contests and their parents catch me grilling their little ball of sunshine so i have to smile and pretend like i was admiring it. next time that fucking kid is going down