so after losing someone who means the world to me,

i come home to my brother’s girlfriend packing up her shit and storming out.

somehow the cascio brothers’ breakups always seem to sync up.


lets end this night on a haiku
-by brady cascio

she doesn’t love me
i wish it would’ve worked out
i think i fucked up

Such a dynamite weekend. Magic, drive-in, laser tag, and waffles.

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today was a great fucking start to the weekend.
off work early
took first at my first edh tournament
and wetzels pretzels

lets let tomorrow be just as good

feel her

if you don’t believe me that’s fine
but i swear by the hairs on the back of my neck
that she feels different than the other girls
maybe it’s just that her body temperature is slightly irregular
or that the moisturizer she uses is just a little more obvious
hell it could even be the way that she washes her hands
but i know
every time i feel her
that she feels different than the other girls
i can recognize the alterations
in a hug i can feel the angle of each elbow
and the position she chooses to put her hands in behind my back
bumping shoulders while walking
or scraping the edges of our knuckles as our arms swing back and forth
when our feet touch
our hands flinch
and when our eyes meet
we smile
every time
i’ve felt all these things before
but i promise you a thousand times over
that she feels different than the other girls
in her hug i feel her heart beat
her arms radiating warmth around my torso
and when her hands meet behind my back
there’s a distinction
i feel stronger
more secure
and when we walk side by side
i can’t help but to walk just a little bit closer to her than with anyone else
when our feet touch
my heart tightens
and when our eyes meet
our eyes meet for the first time
every time
it’s almost scientific
or at least it would be if it made any sense at all
is it possible to feel with the same skin over and over
but this time with a nonconformity
one unmatched and so outstanding
so much so that the physicality of it all is anomalistic
like i’m the only one who will ever feel that sensation
running from fingertip to fingertip when our palm prints align
the commotion that grows and grows just from the sight of her
coursing through my mind like the faint vibrations of the universe
progressing all around us in every direction
so violently and so powerfully screaming for attention
yet you almost forget it’s there
but it is
sometimes i wonder if it will ever leave me





fuck poetry i hate writing

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Sooo the hottest girl in the world just served me one of the best burgers I’ve ever eaten.

last night was a real fucking experience
ive been trying to figure out how to put it into words for a while now
but cant even come close
i just know that i am now obsessed with lights

ive never written about you before

and i wish i would have
you were the most prominent
at one point i actually thought you had it
everything
i remember the night you kissed me on the cheek
and i remember the night we got drunk and played truth or dare
i saw you through the crowd waving me over
and i didnt know what to say when i arrived
so i didnt say anything at all
and i wish i would have
i often wonder where you are today
i havent seen you in ages
and i wonder if you wonder the same about me
its weird how we drifted apart
we used to be so close
i could feel you breathing
but thats long gone now
and i miss you, m
i miss how you wouldnt let me get up off the couch
to go home
we must have spent hours
but i needed to go home
no matter how much i wanted to stay the night
and see where things couldve gone
we couldve had it all
if i only stayed the night
i wish i would have

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igotfriendswithtractors:

hotty-toddys-hotty:

How to get over a break up

what my refrigerator usually looks like

what i wish my refrigerator was like every godam day of my life

igotfriendswithtractors:

hotty-toddys-hotty:

How to get over a break up

what my refrigerator usually looks like

what i wish my refrigerator was like every godam day of my life

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and honey if i’m a plague i’m breaking chemicals
and you’re the one breaking these boys
you can’t stop

going through my old computer to ready it for sale. found some sweet lyrics i wrote like a year ago. wish i was still depressed enough to write cool stuff :/

Swipin’ dat tinder all night cuz none of my friends can find me a lady.

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