I wish my crush asks me out. It's cliche I know, but he does make me really happy more than 50% of the time and he's the only one I've talked to since my best friend left for the army. I hope this works.
reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)
1. I love you 2. I don't know how to tell you that I love you 3. Do you know that I love you? 4. Oh God, I hope you don't 5. I don't want to risk losing you
5 reasons
"Everything I let go of to forget you came back the second you said 'hey'."
-2 A.M. Thoughts (via. Wounded-Writing)
Being happy hurts. It’s one truth of the world no one wishes to speak about. Being happy doesn’t allow for sadness. Being happy doesn’t allow for others to help you. And lord forbid that you actually say that you aren’t ‘happy’.
“But you have a such a good life”
I hate that I need constant reassurance that you actually like me. I hate that I always feel like a burden. I hate that I say stupid things. I hate that I can’t take them back. I hate that I hate myself. But I love that you don’t hate me.
I can safely say that I don’t hate you too
How do I get myself to not fall for you? You with the messy hair and kind eyes, and the mouth that spouts so much sarcasm. You, also with the kindness to respond to my text messages and make me happy even when you don't realize it. So tell me, how do I not fall for you? And why was it so easy to in the first place?
Before practice when I sit with you and our friends
Why do I continue to make myself look like an idiot even after you've left and I've stated to fall away?
I don't want this to end
My love is like those storm clouds that refuse to look normal. Love is not normal. My love is a fire that demands to be fed. One that has a passion outside the bed that we won't lay in. My love is not interested about what's in your pants. It's interested in your mind. Your thoughts. Your feelings. My love is nothing like anything you've experienced because my love is not your ex's. My love is not your mother's. This is my love. And it is only for you.
C.M. Lawliet
I still fake my smiles, but around you I feel as if I don’t need to.
My wounds start to heal around you
It's fine. I'm used to being alone.
2 am Thoughts