I love you— I do— but I am afraid of making that love too important. Because you’re always going to leave me. We can’t deny it. You’re always going to leave.
You’d destroy me, and I’d let you.
In 20 years I won’t remember today; that scares me.
I loved you more than you deserved, fucker.
We have to allow ourselves to be loved by the people who really love us, the people who really matter. Too much of the time, we are blinded by our own pursuits of people to love us, people that don’t even matter, while all that time we waste and the people who do love us have to stand on the sidewalk and watch us beg in the streets! It’s time to put an end to this. It’s time for us to let ourselves be loved.
If you leave someone at least tell them why, because what’s more painful than being abandoned; is knowing you’re not worth an explanation.
I want in fact more of you. In my mind I am dressing you with light; I am wrapping you up in blankets of complete acceptance and then I give myself to you. I long for you; I who usually long without longing, as though I am unconscious and absorbed in neutrality and apathy, really, utterly long for every bit of you.
I’m not where I need to be, but thank god I’m not where I used to be.
How to know which boy you like:
1. Get very drunk
2. You will cry about the boy you like
have you ever not liked someone in a romantic way and everything is cool and all then they do something small like touch your shoulder or say something funny and you just kind of freeze and think