You do not get to control me anymore. You can’t leave me voicemails asking me to talk because you’re back in town or ask my friends to convince me to accept your apology. I have wasted so much of my time and energy being treated like shit by you and I could not have be more serious when I asked you to never speak to me again. There are some things you have to let go of slowly and some things that are toxic enough that your only choice is to run away from them all at once and permanently. 

Phone Tag

the-age-of-octeen:

Modern Baseball | Phone Tag

i told you i loved you at eighteen
but now you’re in new york and i’m pushing twenty
we still talk but only when you call me first
some days i hear it ring
most days i stay in bed
maybe i’ll see you when i get home
and we’ll avoid all the things we’ve said

Goodbye was not an option

(Source: caveofdoubt, via loraleigh)