seriously considering filling my pockets with glitter and whenever someone near me says something really stupid or rude i’ll just reach into my pocket with a dead expression and release the glitter into the sky above their head and watch it shower over them like a baptism of stupid
the last sentence :(
Everything is perfect until the last sentence…
I think i’ve got a million comments about the last sentence, but that’s the entire point to the poem. You fall in love with the feeling of being wanted, you fall in love with the places you visit, the routine, and mostly you fall in love with being comfortable. You are there because you want to be able to love that person, but you can’t force yourself, and you won’t.
the last sentence is what makes this so perfect. it’s honest and a twist that you aren’t expecting and I love that in writing.
this is actually one of the most beautiful things i have ever read..
How I always feel about people.