Wondering what I should say. What I should do.
How should I wear my hair? What should I wear?
Do I smile now? Flip my hair?
A little giggle here. A sideways glance there.

My mind is all over the place. I just don’t know how to react.

How is everything going so great? How is it that I’m so happy?
Was it the one text? That one smile?

What is this feeling? When you talk to me, when you hold me, when you kiss me?

I’m not usually such a sap but I feel it in me. I feel it growing. Where is it coming from?

I’m rushing. It’s too early. I’m freaking you out. Please don’t leave. Stay here, with me. I’ll be good. I promise.

In your arms is where I’m safe. Is where I’m free.

Dare I say it? In your arms is where I belong? Where my heart can beat freely.

Where my head can keep reeling.

As impulsive as I may be. As crazy as I may be. I’m happy with my life.

Things get complicated from time to time. A few tears may need to be shed. A few voices to be raised. But in the end, I know what I need to be happy.

So hop off my junk son.

this makes my heart so happy inside. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s the way the man appears breathless. Afraid to open his eyes. As if she is his very life force. As if opening his eyes would make it all go away. The beauty, the passion. As if the world would spin and crack open into a million pieces.

Where are those guys?

Well I have one of them. Sucks for the rest of you.

on a happier note! look at my adorable baby cousin! -cue chorus of awwwwwww-

Open relationships? Seriously? Someone wanna fill me in on what the fuck that is?

Hey I love you, but its cool if you go screw someone else while I’m away.

Or are we talking

This is my fancily worded way of dating two people at once because I don’t know what the hell I want.

Really? Can’t we go on and be happy with one person?

Here’s a news flash, if you can’t stand the thought of kissing your significant other….maybe you need someone else?

Ooh, but you love them right?

Can someone please get me a port-a-potty? I need to get puke, and my toilet deserves better than this bullshit.

hurting people sucks ass. noone likes to do it. its even worse when the only way to do things is to completely cut ties, especially when you actually care about someone.

hey you, if you’re reading this I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for this to happen. sometimes you have to be selfish and think about yourself. I have to think of myself and what is best for me, unfortunately thats not you. rawr.

sooner or later one has to learn to move on. stop holding on to the past, accept the future.

you may think you have, holding on to necklaces, trinkets, and stuffed animals. but pushing them far out of sight.

it’s time to start anew, cleanse yourself of the past. remove yourself from the pain.

out with the old.

every now and then it’s good to look really sit back and look at your life. gain a little perspective.

to go through life blindly blundering around hoping you find the right path with simply leave you spinning in circles.

and I’m much more fond of infinitesimal lines, or even a ray.

either way I don’t want to spend my life circling the point, spinning around the meaning.

sometimes people can truly surprise you. you start something with completely superficial ideas and plans. and soon realize, there is more beauty in people than you previously realized.

people are full of beauty and passion, and sometimes you have to get past the exterior.

Unnamed person: ‘what’s it like to go to sleep and wake up knowing that the person you’re thinking about, is thinking about you, and the person you’d give the world for, would do the same for you?’

other unnamed person: ‘it feels like nothing can go wrong in the world, because if anything bad tried to happen, they’d be right there to make it right. everything feels perfect because no matter where you go, you know they’ll be there when you come back. Until one day, they aren’t there..’

‘what’s that like?’

‘everything comes to a maddening stop. it feels like the sun’ll never shine again. the birds stop singing. the music is gone. everything is dark.’

‘is love worth all that pain?’

‘it’s worth every tear. every bit of pain is worth the love.’