It’s not about your make-up
Or how you try to shape up
To these tiresome paper dreams
Paper dreams, honey
She wishes that everything is that easy. The kind of easy that gives you everythng you want. The kind of easy that let’s you do things you’ve always wanted and needed. The kind of easy that let’s you be happy. The kind of easy that no one gets hurt. The kind of easy where everyone is happy, anyone could be happy, and every single humanoid will be happy.
But, the good are never easy, the easy are never good.
So, I think you should know, that I’ll be here waiting, hoping someday you’d finally use your balls, the ones I’ve been forcing myself to grow, and just ask me out.
I know I don’t have the luxury for a relationship right now, but I surely do think you’re worth it.
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I don’t have the strength to so stop myself from thinking about you. The more I try to deny myself from wanting to own you, the more I feel this weakness inside me growing. The more I deprive myself from all the times I would like to speak to you, the more I get sad. The kind of sadness that’s found in the breathtaking balance that is-pleasure and pain.
If it’s meant to be, it will be. That’s what they say, but I just can’t stand all the girls devouring all around you, while I stand in the corner, trying my best not to want to hear those conversations you are having with them. All the saliva you are wasting on them, when you should have been wasting them with me, exchanging mine with yours in the most
fucked up way possible.
I’d like you to hear all of these, but no. I’d be glad, I’m just here waiting than looking at the possibility of you not reciprocating my feelings.
I would like to say I’m contented of all those hand-holding we do, but again, in the most fucked up way possible. You seem to be enjoying hurting me. But I hope there will come a day, you’d be gentle to me, just caress me and hold me while I sleep, touch my hair, look deep into my eyes, and just say you love me, too. I would like to say I’m contented with the small amount of minutes we spend everyday. but no, I’m not. I would like to have you. All of you.
To be by your side to witness everything you are and everything you will be, will be my sweetest downfall. Yes, please just hug me. Please just do. not just because I asked you to, but because you also want to hug me too.
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things we said in school
- i’m tired
- i’m hungry
- i don’t get it
- i’m cold
- what time is it?
- i wanna go home
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Save this to your phones or computer and post it on other websites like twitter too!
Why would you NOT reblog this?
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Women of the World
Photos by Steve McCurry
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Ground Kontrol | Portland, OR
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say something i’m giving up on you
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making up for low grades with high calories
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