young love is such dumb love. call it what you want, it was still enough…
I’ve been through so much with you, more than any other guy, and I still want you as much as I did the first time I laid my eyes on you. Every time I see you, it’s like meeting you for the first time all over again. It’s the butterflies in the stomach, the not knowing what to say - but out of all the things you’ve taught me, there’s still one thing I don’t...
Do you miss him at the most happy and fulfilling times of your life? Just because you miss him when the world is quiet and you feel alone, doesn’t mean you love him. You will miss anyone when you’re lonely. It’s when your life is going great and you still feel that ache in your heart because he isn’t there to see the genuine smile on your face and happiness in your life.
I look up at the starts hoping you are doing the same, and somehow I feel closer.
“everybody sing like it’s the last song you will ever sing. we were born for this” <3
I don’t know what to say anymore. My mind runs a blank every time I open up the page where I used to spill my heart. I used to have so much to say, now I can barely write a sentence. It’s you. You have that effect on me. You walked into my life and I can’t find a place for you just yet. I’m lost for words, yet my heart is screaming with things I wanna say to you. This...
There are times you can’t control your happiness, can’t conceal the smile glued to your face. When you haven’t seen him for months, when it’s been so long; too long. It’s the day he comes back, the day you finally see his face after all this time spent alone. It’s being in his arms once again, after having no-one to hold for so long.
I’m always wondering if he’ll return. Sometimes I pray that he doesn’t. And sometimes I hope he will. I wish on falling stars and eyelashes. Absence isn’t solid the way death is. It’s fluid, like language. And it hurts so much.. so, so much.
I wrote to find beauty and purpose, to know that love is possible and lasting...– Alice Hoffman
I keep thinking of how much I love talking to you. How good you look when you smile. How much I love your laugh. I daydream about you off and on, replaying pieces of our conversations; laughing at funny things that you said or did. I’ve memorized your face and the way that you look at me. I catch myself smiling again at what I imagine. I wonder what will happen the next time we are together and...
and he turned to me and said, “well you only live once. so why not fuck it all up?”
G6 [gee-six] - (noun): A stupid bitch who acts like she’s drunk at parties to get boys to hook up with her.
and if you’re listening, I miss you. and if you hear me now, I need you. where did you go?
party was so much fun! possibly never almost got into so much trouble or laughed so hard in my ENTIRE life. …so far ;)
The boy and I, the boy who I knew but knew nothing about, we wandered those streets illuminated only by the moon and the stars and talked about movie stars and coffee shops and dreams that made us both wake in a sweat, and I told him how I dreamt of carousels and ferris wheels that electrified the night and he told me how he dreamt of car crashes and broken glass and flashing lights that lit...
every year i go to sleep an hour before my birthday. this just makes waking up something to look forward to :) sweet dreams, tumblr folk!
make a wish.
when sabrina turned 16, she became a witch. i believe in the wiccan religion so does this mean i can cast spells now… ;)
and I’ve been spending all my time composing letters to a boy who lives a thousand miles away, but writing never takes the place of living, and I need his arms. I need his smile again.
i’d like to turn the whole world on… just for a moment.
some people believe in god, i believe in music. some people pray, i turn up the radio.
i wanna meet someone who understands how standing in a crowd of sweaty people, elbow to elbow, screaming along to the words embedded in your heart, can give you the most happiness ever needed. and who knows it’s okay to love something maybe a little too much. as long as it’s real to you. when you’re shoved against a sea of bodies and you don’t know what sweat actually belongs to...
tonight i participated in various illegal encounters. it brought me one step closer to realizing how much i really want to start living. yes, i know i’m already technically living… but i mean the type of living that makes you spin around a room and laugh until your stomach burns. it’s not that i don’t want to grow up, it’s just that i want to be able to say my...
those trips in the summer never went so well.
when you come back… i’ll run into your arms like a speeding bullet, i swear.
live it up, live it up or just come back home. yeah, cause these city lights are too much for you alone. but san francisco sounds quite lovely, and so i’ll just wait for your call…
such a busy week! started school, which is actually going really well so far :) went on a crazy little adventure with my friend, gaby. looked #sketchy as fuckkkk. haha, anyways… looking forward to the long weekend ahead. lets get it started <3