Please stop trying to be part of my life. I’m finally happy and I’m almost completely over you. Stop texting me and flirting with me and flirting with my friends. You need to get out of my life. I don’t want to sound mean, but you do. I thought we could be mature and stay friends, but I forgot you can’t be mature. Just leave. I have a great new guy who I really, really like. You need to stop this sick game you play.
In French, you don’t really say “I miss you.” You say “tu me manques,” which is closer to “you are missing from me.” I love that. “You are missing from me.” You are a part of me, you are essential to my being. You are like a limb, or an organ, or blood. I cannot function without you.
(Source: timorleste)
isn’t it strange how attractive people are really just a nice-looking arrangement of atoms
like
damn you have a great deoxyribonucleic acid arrangement
