I think I fell in love with her, a little bit. Isn’t that dumb? But it was like I knew her. Like she was my oldest, dearest friend. The kind of person you can tell anything to, no matter how bad, and they’ll still love you, because they know you. I wanted to go with her. I wanted her to notice me. And then she stopped walking. Under the moon, she stopped. And looked at us. She looked at me. Maybe she was trying to tell me something; I don’t know. She probably didn’t even know I was there. But I’ll always love her. All my life.
She was the kind of girlfriend god gives you young, so you’ll know loss for the rest of your life.
Get excited about the little things. About wearing a new outfit for the first time. About Sunday brunches with your best friends. About the new cute guy in your class. About finding an extra dollar in your pocket. About anything that even remotely makes you happy because as you grow up, passions fade and enthusiasm gets mistaken for foolishness. So don’t let the grey world stop you from shining.
I’m always soft for you, that’s the problem. You could come knocking on my door five years from now and I would open my arms wider and say ‘come here, it’s been too long, it felt like home with you.’
i’m at a point in my life where everything is falling apart and everything is coming together at the same time.
Lol I’m working this weekend brb having a mental breakdown
I literally I a week to get all my shit done for school and it’s just hitting me how completely and entirely fucked I am but I’m not gonna do a thing about it fuck me
Just because I tasted her cum, and spit, or could tell you her middle name, or knew what records she liked, that doesn’t mean anything. That’s not a connection. Anyone can have that. Really knowing someone is something else. It’s a completely different thing. And when it happens, you won’t be able to miss it. You will be aware. And you won’t hurt or be afraid.
We all live in a state of profound isolation. No other human being can ever know what it’s like to be you from the inside. And no amount of reaching out to others can ever make them feel exactly what you feel. All media of communication are a by-product of our sad inability to communicate directly from mind to mind. Sad, of course, because nearly all problems in the human history stem from that inability.
Don’t kiss her just to kiss her.
Don’t kiss her as a joke, a dare, or an experiment.
Don’t kiss her expecting something in return.
Don’t kiss her as a pass time, or hobby, or for bragging rights.
Don’t kiss her because everyone wants you to.
Kiss her because she’s beautiful.
Kiss her because her presence is intoxicating
Kiss her because her mouth curls upward like tendrils of smoke
Kiss her because her smile sets you on fire.
Kiss her because her lips are oxygen, and without them, you’ll suffocate.
Don’t kiss her because you can.
Don’t kiss her because you want to,
Kiss her because you need to.
Get on the plane, get the train,
Walk 300 miles.
Get to her front door and tell her
“I know this is crazy
But I need you now.”
Our lives are too short to always be sensible,
Get the girl.
Distance makes no difference if your eyes light up when she laughs.
school secretaries are the worse
Be careful how you fall in love.