what if people’s hair changed color based on their emotions
like one day you’re out getting a cup of coffee and you notice some cutie in the back of the coffeeshop and your hair starts turning bright pink and you do you best to try to hide it but you can’t help but look over and
they’re just sitting there, staring at you, their face as flushed as their locks
getting rejected by boys even in the pokemon world
For 4 months of being in my life, you became a big part of it. So big that I can’t think of that time without being reminded of you. Everything then always found a way to tie itself to you, and now I remember you out of the blue. I remember you when I think of depression; those rock-bottom moments where I contemplated dying just cause there was no other escape… 3AM nights of crying that you caused. Moments where I hated myself for what you accused me of making you feel. I hated you. But I also remember you when I think of college, when I think of late-night talks, of tear-filled conversations, and a certain video game.
I got so caught up in you that I hate myself so much. I hate how you fooled me and how I let myself get so vulnerable. This is my fuck you to you. For making four months of my life something I’d want to forget.
i wonder how many people i’m in the “i’d be down if you asked” zone with