I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, “Kiss me harder,” and “You’re a good person,” and, “You brighten my day.” I live my life as straight-forward as possible.
Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.
Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.
But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.
And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.
We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.
I’ll tell you why. One of you drifts away. You have to have a lot in common to stay married. If he wants to go dancing and you don’t want to go, well, that’s okay occasionally, but don’t do it every night because you can be sure that he’ll find someone else to dance with. Even drinking. Some men like to go to a bar and have a few drinks. So they meet people at the bar. And before you know it, they’re involved a little bit. That’s the way it is. You need to do things together.
I’m trying really hard to be less selfish. I’ve noticed more and more that the reasons why I get angry are all because I value my own happiness more than others. I’m a pretty alright person, but I’m always getting better because I’m pretty flawed as well.
“Your first kiss isn’t as important as your last. The math test really didn’t matter. The pie really did. The stuff you’re good at and the stuff you’re bad at are just different parts of the same thing. Same goes for the people you love and the people you don’t—and the people who love you and the people who don’t. The only thing that mattered was that you cared about a few people. Life is really, really short.”—Ethan Wate, Beautiful Chaos (via theflowershop)
do you ever sometimes think dirty thoughts when you’re in a public place and then start to think about if someone is telepathic so you start throwing around random things in your head like ooh cupcakes
“Do not fall in love with people like me
we will take you to
museums and parks
and kiss you in every beautiful
place so that you can
never go back to them
without tasting us
like blood in your mouth”—(via weeping-shades-of-indigo)
“I think that when you have a connection with someone, it never really goes away, you know? You snap back to being important to each other because you still are.”—Alex Vause, Orange Is The New Black (via orangeis)
So my boyfriend is doing this exercise thing on his Xbox, and theres a video to follow along with. In the video there’s this buff guy, and this chick who he’s using to….demonstrate the moves with??? But this lady, she is there, with this forced smile on her face and she’s tethered to the wall with this stretchy string thing, just doing all these excercises and this man is just standing there telling her what to do and idk if it’s the defensive feminist sort of thing coming out in me? But it seems so messed up, like what even, this guy is treating this girl like a guinea pig and shes just laughing and grinning and doing these little darty run things on repeat while the man just stands there. It’s bizarre.
I’m just gunna throw this out there, I think I know how I wanna room next year but I gotta throw the idea out to a few of my peeps/college family (if you’re reading this you know who you are), Imma vote we get a 7 person room because that’d be really cute and I think it’d be great so yes maybe please? Can that be a thing we do.