I just want someone who won’t get annoyed when I text them six times or in all caps. Someone I can go on long drives with and can sing along to the radio with. Someone I can eat pizza with at 2am and kiss at 6pm. Someone who chooses me everyday and never thinks twice about it.
Note to self: “I love you” does not mean “I won’t ever leave you.
I’m not fine as in fine, but fine as in you don’t have to worry about me.
Maybe the first thing to do is to stop figuring out where you’re going and just enjoy where you’re at.
I’m scared as hell to want you. But here I am, wanting you anyway.
becca is has a tendency of calling me in the middle of the night and it poses such a problem because i can’t whisper for the life of me so i end up worrying about waking everyone up but at the same time sometimes the call is important and i’m not trying to be a bad person
I want you. All the time. No one else.
Date someone who is interested in you. I don’t mean someone who thinks you’re cute or funny. I mean someone who wants to know every insignificant detail about you. Someone who wants to read every word you write. Someone who wants hear every note of your favourite song, and watch every scene of your favourite movie. Someone wants to find every scar upon your body, and learn where each one came from. Someone who wants to know your favourite brand of toothpaste, and which quotes resonate deep inside your bones when you hear them. There is a difference between attraction and interest. Find the person who wants to learn every aspect of who you are.
My mom taught me something about relationships when I was growing up. She told me to never be the one to love the other person more. I always thought that was odd. That was until I saw how my mom loved my dad more and let him leave bruises on her skin. That was until I found my best friend drunk, bleeding on her bathroom floor, because the boy she loved more broke her heart and left. That’s why when I start to fall I catch myself. I don’t want to be the one to love more because I’ve seen what that does to people. Oh, but god do I love you more.
Our hearts beat so loud the neighbours think we’re fucking when I’m just trying to find the nerve to touch your face.
That’s how you know you love someone, I guess, when you can’t experience anything without wishing the other person were there to see it, too.
Just know that I love you. I love you with all of my fucked up, piece of shit heart.
How amazing it is to find someone who wants to hear about all the things that go on in your head.
I’m not where I need to be, but thank god I’m not where I used to be.