— Araby by James Joyce
— Life moves on J.S (via unsads)
He doesn’t say anything.
But it is alright.
He tries to put on his best blank stare
as he looks at me
but I know what his eyes really say.
So I stop him before he can even utter a word.
Whatever the hell we were
no longer exists
and I know that.
Whatever the hell we won’t be,
I’ve also come to terms with that,
too,” I say.
"I’m-," he begins.
Do not apologize
for feelings you cannot control.
That’s like me saying
for loving you.”
And I am not sorry.”
A Story A Day #255 by Ming D. Liu
Had to post this early since I’m going to see Luke Bryan tonight! Hehe :)
ha im a piece of trash
As someone who cares deeply about the environment, I am obligated to pick you up.
Is seven okay?
you smooth fucker
"Money can’t make you happy"
WELL IT SURE AS HELL AINT GONNA MAKE ME SAD