sirchiefsalot:

I’m too drunk to write you a poem tonight,

but I miss you like hell

to the point that my mind is stuck on repeats

of your smile

I’m too drunk to make good lines

about how much you mean to me

so I’ll just say this

You’re the answers I’m hoping to find in the bottom of my cup

Because maybe when I’m too drunk to write you

I’ll be too drunk to forget you won’t be there

When I stumble home 

blackalleykat:

partyvictim:

It’s about who you miss at 2 in the afternoon when you’re busy, not 2 in the morning when you’re lonely.

Ohh shit I like that

I forgot that all I ate today was rice. Oops

moan-s:

I miss you. A little too much, a little too often, and a little more each day.

I’ve just been feeling a little lost lately.