Guess I Ship It Again

Notes from the past II

“I wish I had the chance to say I’m sorry, before you left. To say the things that could’ve changed everything, to possibly make things better. To admit the mistakes that I now realize, and i hope you think about your own faults too. We could’ve made it, if it weren’t for our own foolish actions that ended everything. You were my almost, almost a something and I would’ve given you my everything.  I wish you would find something that would remind you of me,and when you do, I hope you remember the memories we made, good and bad and hopefully you’ll miss me...

How I started shipping my sinful ships

Me: why is this a ship?? why do people ship this?!

kink: mhhh I Don't kno it seems kinda hot

Me: pls no

kink: pls yes

Me: nope nope nope nope please don't do this

kink: hahaha fuck you I ship what I want

I love him. I shouldn’t, but I do. It’s not shaking hands or stuttering just with hello. It’s not short skirts or red lips. It’s jeans and a t-shirt with bare skin. Its finding him in a crowd and not wanting to change who I am. It’s wanting to know what he wanted to be as a kid and what his greatest fear is. It’s wanting to know his mistakes and looking past all the things “wrong” with him. It’s small smiles at my shoes and glances towards him. Its wanting him to be happy whether I am part of that happiness or not.

-c.t//excerpt from a book I won’t write (via iwontwrite)

don’t call someone gross for shipping a certain ship. call someone gross for putting ketchup on mac n cheese.

She was a very Lonely Person, but not many people really knew that.

C.B - I’ll write a book one day (via sinful-cravings)

When you’re thirsty for new fandom content but find none: 

NO ONE IS KISSING ME ON THE LIPS, EVER!

HMMMM..

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July 7

7:38pm

It was unplanned, like most of the occurrences that had happened to us. You asked if I wanted to take the bus ride home with you and with the most unkept appearance and an unbathed stench of my day, I hesitantly said yes.

Grey. I wonder how many times I’ll relate the word to you. For I’ve made you the personification of the color, this you knew and you wore it that night. I had to steel myself from smiling too hard, running towards you and encircling you in a tight embrace for I haven’t seen you in a long while.

After bidding goodbye to my relatives we went straight outside to get a ride at that p2p bus that you’ve told me about. I desperately tried to hide my exhilaration so as to not make things any more awkward than it is. After a few more passengers boarded in, the bus began to move and lights went off with the remaining light coming from the tv.

I watched as the rain pit patted on the window, no words were exchanged between the two of us and we were enveloped with silence and yet everything felt right. After a while I told you I was worried cause I knew that as soon as I get home, I’d get an earful of rants from my mom for going home late, and then you let your fingers intertwine with mine .

I stared at our hands, wondering whether I was still drunk or half asleep and that if all of this was just a dream—a dream that I wish I’d never wake up from. And it was as if that wasn’t proof enough of that moment; you kissed me and all my worries were washed away as all I could think of was: this was real. I am here. You are beside me and honestly, that was all that mattered.