reblogging for the nigga in the back
he dont know wus going on yet he just starts groovin lol
tearsrollingslowly asked: Hey gorgeous, how've you been?
Hey lovely, I’ve been great. How about you?
is laying in bed with the door locked. The curtains are drawn and the lights off. The Notebook is in the DVD player. An empty tub of ice cream is on the floor next to dozens of crumpled tissues. She’s got her music blasting so loud no one can hear her sobs. Her fingertips are smudged with black from wiping away mascara-stained tears. She’s replaying their last conversation thinking, I’ll never get him back.
is sitting on the edge of his bed with the door locked. The curtains are drawn and the lights off. Call of Duty is in the xBox. The controller is laying on the floor, right beneath the spot where he nearly punched the wall in his own frustration. He’s got the music blasting so loud, no one can hear his cries. His hair’s a mess from running his hands through it. And he’s replaying their last conversation thinking, she’ll never take me back.
- Unknown (via heyybabs)