A Million Pieces of The Sky.

I wish we said “fancy” in America. As in, “I fancy you.” It’s such a more agreeable term than “I have a crush on you.”  What’s a crush? Like, I AM A BOA CONSTRICTOR AND I AM GOING TO IMMOBILIZE YOU WITH MY MISPLACED AND OBSESSIVE AFFECTION.  “I fancy you” is like, you’re so shiny and glittery and I just want to put you on a shelf and look at you for a while ‘cause you’re fancy.

(Source: aimmyarrowshigh, via comebreakmedown-buryme)

You don’t see anything for what it really is. You’re too busy covering your eyes and drowning out your sorrows with weak, petty crutches and crying over a tarnished past. One day, you’ll look back at these days and realize you were foolish. It’ll be one sad day.

I need to figure how to go about blocking someones number from my phone entirely. I’m just not sure how that works and if there is such a way. I’m in serious need of removing people out of my life for good. I know I can do it without the restrictions, but I’d like it to be as permanent as possible. Deleting your number isn’t working if you keep calling me and texting me. I could leave you be, just like you keep asking, if only you’d do the fucking same! This isn’t come to Megan only when you want/ need something. This is quit being a mind fuck and go be alone like you keep bitching about. Seriously, I’m just tired of the bullshit that I keep allowing myself to fall back into. But I only got myself to blame every single time. Sighh.