extrasad:

“You feel like high school, baby, and I’m 4th period forever. But you couldn’t wait to get out of this fucking town and I’m going to die here back behind the bleachers and you graduated two years ago and I don’t care that you’re kissing other girls or that you didn’t text me back even though you knew that I had never bled like that before but I hope that one of these days you take a trip back to your hometown and kiss your mother on the cheek and hold your breath while you walk past your old school and think about the cans of diet coke filled with vodka and the 6 a.m. winters and pen marks all over your hands and the way I looked when I was sixteen and how I loved you more than I ever loved anyone else and it’s okay if you don’t remember the time we tried to run away and then went home to fall asleep together instead or the time I tried to bake for you and lit the tips of my hair on fire but please remember me”

— (via extrasad)

(via extrasad)