March 2011
15 posts
And P.S.
What the heck happened? I don’t understand. I don’t even… Words cannot express my eternal frustration with this dilemma. I’m never going to get it right, you know?
My Heart: Oh yeah, Reag, you def. want that.
My Mind: Dude, no? What the..? Just no. You know how that will turn out.
My Heart: No! She’s changed! Shallow Reagan is gone and she’s more tolerable...
Bleh. I just...
I think I’ve figured you out. And now that I have, you just aren’t even that appealing to me? I know that I can have you now. The thrill of the chase is gone. Oh well.
“She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful.”
Neil Gaiman
We're quiet like we have a secret no one else...
rachelshelton:
only because we have a secret that no one else knows.
“And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing...”
– Sylvia Plath
I'll move on, baby, just like you. When the desert...
I bet all I had on a thing called love. Guess in the end it wasn’t enough. And it’s hard to watch you leave right now. I’m gonna have to let you go somehow…
I don't even..
So. I finally came to terms with this. Yes, I kind of maybe have a little crush on you. It’s weird. I guess I’ve just really loved waking up to a text from you every single day the last week. And you quoting Breakfast at Tiffany’s to me. And talking like George Bailey. and planning to cook me a birthday dinner for when I get back home. And helping me with my lame problems. And...
This is not how I wanted to spend my birthday....
And just so you know.
Every single freaking time I hear Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, I think of you. But it’s slowly starting to go away. I’m convincing myself not to care. And after a while, I will believe it. And I won’t care anymore. And maybe at that point, you will care again! And you and your perfect smile and perfect laugh and perfect hair and prefect freckles and everything JUST WON’T BE...
I have a lot to say.
To a lot of people. So this is my attempt at the first one. I’m not going to address them by name. But you can probably guess. I don’t know. This will most likely be a rant that makes no sense. Here goes nothing I guess.
I miss you. It’s as plain as that. I feel like something is missing when you’re not around, as cliche as that sounds. It’s funny, a year ago, you...
I really can't picture anyone having a crush on...
I can’t picture someone thinking about me before they fall asleep, or telling their friends about me. I can’t picture anyone getting butterflies because I said hi to them, or even just smiled at them. I can’t picture someone smiling at the computer screen or their cell phones when we’re talking.
I mean like…Why would they even do that? I’m just me. Nothing extraordinary, or special.
So now, all alone or not, you gotta walk ahead....
P.S. I Love You
When you say goodnight to all the people you're...
Because no one else really matters.
Perplexed
dearoldlove:
It’s perplexing that, once upon a time, you cared more about me than I did for you.
I think that I could possibly like you a lot more than I originally suspected. At first I was like, “Oh self. Don’t get too excited. This is just one of those little intellectual crushes you have all the time.” But now, I’m not so sure. I think I may have a legitimate crush on you. Which sounds dumb. But! I don’t care. I don’t have a care in the world. COME AT...
