“The day my ribcage became monkey bars for a girl hanging on my every word”

The wind combs through my hair like ivory teeth or your fingers. I hold my head high because I got a stiff neck from sleeping all twisted up over you. I lie in heaps by the day’s end, with my heart beating for the sound yours makes.

tumblr is going to be down for a while, in like… an hour or so. and i dont really know what im going to do with myself.. life is going to be so boring! how will i cope…

im thinking maybe ill go a bit insane…
 

I always thought that people lie to avoid causing pain. I mean, you always hear people say, ” i was just trying to protect you, i didnt want you to get hurt”. I somehow had this misconception that people lie in order to hide the hurtful truth. But it seems that you, you just lie to cause more pain. You lie to hurt me, because you know the truth would hurt me a lot less than all the lies in the world for you to tell. You just dont care and thats half the problem. In fact, its the whole problem. You lie even if there is no reason to lie. You lie even if i already know the truth. You lie because you can, and you have no idea how much you have been hurting me all these years.

its funny though aye. i think im kinda wishing people just stopped asking me how i am. People should know by now that the answer is always the same. “Im fine”. Sometimes, it sickens me to lie to people.