At 6 you wanted to be a super hero
At 8 you wanted to be a doctor
At 10 you wanted to be a teacher
At 14 you wanted to be good enough
At 16 you wanted to be dead
At 18 you graduate high school
At 20 you pass your final
At 22 you graduate college
At 24 you find your career
At 26 you say “I do”
At 28 you kiss your newborn child
At 30 you tear up “I made it”
It always gets better
Augustus Waters’ First and Last Appearances
STOP THIS MOVIE HASN’T EVEN BEEN RELEASED YET AND YOU’RE MAKING ME SAD
Tonight I listened to a voicemail you left me three months ago.
In it, you told me to go fuck myself.
I still remember that night.
I still remember those words rolling off your tongue so gracefully.
I remember wondering how someone so beautiful could be so cruel.
Two months ago I called you at three A.M.
I expected you to ignore it, or to send me to voicemail;
those were two of the things you were best at.
You answered and I felt my heart begin to race;
you probably thought it was because I missed you,
but truthfully it was because I didn’t expect you to answer,
and because I really had to pee.
I asked you how you were and you sat there quietly and confused.
It was like you forgot that I existed and that I was once a part of your life.
You told me “fine” and I smiled.
That was the last conversation we had.
I made sure to let go of you, and every negative word that was said, in a peaceful way.
Fast forward two months, and I still wonder how you are.
I still wonder how your dog is and if you’ve seen any good movies lately.
If you ever heard me say this, you’d probably blush like you used to whenever I said something sweet.
You’d probably think I think these things because I still love you, that I still want you.
But that is not the case.
You see, six months ago I was jumping through hoops to please you.
To make sure that you were happy before myself.
To make sure that I was the one causing your happiness.
But it is not six months ago.
It is now.
And now I simply remember you as a person I gave my soul to.
A person I told secrets to at 4am and fucked to feel a sense of closeness.
A person I loved, yes.
But it is not six months ago.
It is now, and now I miss you.
I miss the way you called randomly just to ask how my day was.
I miss the way you seemed to care, even if you didn’t.
I miss the friendship and the secrets and the stories.
And maybe one day things will be different.
Maybe you’ll call me on a Tuesday afternoon and ask how my day was.
These are the things I think about before my eyes slowly close and I am finally rewarded with sleep.
But for right now?
Go fuck yourself.
- (via skinfilledthoughts)
What if you wake up one morning and you’re in bed with the love of your life and they have their arm around you and they’re snoring like a fucking asshole, but you can’t help but to smile and you hear a baby crying and it finally hits you, you’ve made it.
you beat the demons inside you, the voices, the darkness.
I look forward to that, to knowing I made it.
this deserve so many notes
I want this so much…
self confidence level: kelso
"I liked her a lot, but it was different out on the field. I never saw her again." // The Virgin Suicides (1999)