January 2012
18 posts
Listen
I wouldn't mind.
Things between us has never really changed. I enjoy your company and our conversations and that feeling I get because I know something is going the way I want it to. I’d like to say that, for the time being, we’re good together. Just the fact that we’re completely and utterly comfortable around each other speaks for itself. Basically, I like our relationship very much. You make my insides feel all...
I am ready to redeem myself. I know I screwed up pretty badly (or at least in my standards), but I’m going to prove you wrong.
December 2011
40 posts
My now nonexistent agenda consisted of finishing two of my APUSH outlines, but I left my book at school so Kori has it now. It’s weird how today of all days I want to do my homework because I suddenly feel that sitting around doing nothing will result in my brain turning into jelly. Okay, I hope everyone is enjoying their break. :-)
{l’ho provato sulla mia pelle}: The thing is.. I... →
52hearts:
The thing is.. I don’t just wear my heart on my sleeve. I wear it on my lips when I sometimes speak the best and worst of how I feel without thinking. You can feel it in my hands, in the warmth of the spaces between my fingers when I want to hold your hand. I’ll have the color of it in the blush of my cheeks in the rare moment someone compliments me. It will hang around my ankles,...
Don’t Take This For Granted | Thought Catalog →
People should not be taken for granted — not the ones who raised you, not the ones who ground you, not the ones who love you. Not the stranger who chased you for a half-block to tell you you’ve dropped something, not the one who holds the door for you, not the one who asks you if you’re feeling okay or the one who asks you to dance. Their actions are not inconsequential; they are what it means...
I think it’s nights like these I need to remind myself that all this hard work will pay off in the long run. Or at least I hope so. Here’s to singing off-key to songs on iTunes and drinking crappy energy drinks. Yup.