"I still have your shirt.
It’s stuck somewhere between fuck you and come back.
hidden in the pits of my closet so I can’t see it.
Somedays I even forget it there,
kind’ve like that wrapper in my car.
But yes, I still have your shirt.
It’s been unwashed,
I keep it as a reminder of happy times,
but I also keep it because I’m torn between burning it in a fire or slicing it up on a day that I get pissed off about something much greater than you.
I’m still undecided, and that’s where it’ll stay until I make up my mind.
I keep it for the opportunity.
the possibility of destroying it.
Kind’ve crazy huh?
That was your favorite word to describe me, too.
Like “crazy bitch” and “crazy cunt”.
I preferred crazy beautiful,
but you take what you can get.
A couple months ago you told me you wanted your shirt back.
and I told you yes, if I could have my necklace back, as well.
You said you would give it to me after you got your goddamn shirt and to trust you.
But trusting you is what got me into this situation.
So I’ll keep your shirt.
I’ll keep it hidden in the back of my closet along with all the other shit I no longer love."
- things that keep me up at night, a.r.w (via skinfilledthoughts)
"My father had taught me to be nice first, because you can always be mean later, but once you’ve been mean to someone, they won’t believe the nice anymore. So be nice, be nice, until it’s time to stop being nice, then destroy them."
- Laurell K. Hamilton (via planb-becomeapirate)
(Source: makelovetothemoon, via design-your-own-disaster)