“I’m in love with you,” he said quietly.

“Augustus,” I said. 

“I am,” he said. He was staring at me and I could see the corners of his eyes crinkling. “I’m in love with you and I’m not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I’m in love with you and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labour has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I’m in love with you.”

“Augustus,” I said again, not knowing what else to say. It felt like everything was rising up inside me, like I was drowning in this weirdly painful joy, but I couldn’t say it back. I just looked at him and let him look at me until he nodded, lips pursed, and turned away, placing the side of his head against the window.

Bang sparkle boom. These wishes burn bright, fast and dangerous. 

That heartbreaking moment when you realize the ideals you have created in your head do not reflect the reality in which you live.

Friends, family, love and success. The meanings to these words become blurred. 

There is only so much that imagination and optimism can do. 

A tornado flew around my room before you came. 

Excuse the mess it made… It usually doesn’t rain.

My eyes don’t shed tears, but boy they bawl when I’m thinking about you.

Do you think about me still?

No I don’t like you I just you were cool enough to kick it

Since you don’t think I love you, I just thought you were cute, that’s why I kissed you.

I’m lying down, thinking about you. 

or do you not think so far ahead? Because I’ve been thinking about  forever

Walk with me, because all I want to do is run back in your direction 

A fleeting fantasy, a momentary illusion, a futile attempt to walk away and forget.

Pieces of a puzzle jammed together only to form distorted images of happiness. 

Realize.

When the smoke fades, we find you: a replica, catered much too carefully. 

Stop the pretending, the impressing, the efforts.

Someone’s already here. 

One of the reasons why I love my university. Poetry in lieu of profanity on the bathroom stalls

Game theory - in this tortured match that we play.

You would know. 

How badly do I want to stop pretending that I’m fine with this?

Walk a little further away. Turn the silence up a little louder. 

We’ll see the regrets start piling up. 

Always always always.

Eyes open, you’re gone. Everything is okay. 

Eyes closed, you’re there. Everything is better than okay. 

That dream keeps coming back.

Who are you to me? Who am I to you?

I’m scared I won’t let this go until it’s too late for everyone. 

Beautiful short film I found today.  I adore the dialogue, the tension, and then atmosphere. 

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“What ever happens, I don’t want to lose you as my friend”

            “I promise. I will never be your friend. No matter what. Ever. “

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“I love you. I never hurt you on purpose.”

              “I don’t care. “