If I talk slowly, then listen slowly
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Nothing great was ever built in the comfort zone. Sometimes you have to put your fears aside and step out in FAITH!
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“ sleeping by myself
curled up like a question mark
come and answer me ”
“ But your best friend is still your best friend. Even from half a world away. Distance can’t sever that connection. Best friends are the kind of people who can survive anything. And when best friends see each other again, after being separated by half a world and more miles than you think you can bear, you pick up right where you left off. After all, that’s what best friends do. ”
one time, I was met this facially attractive guy with crazy out of control long nails and our relationship never progressed because he refused to cut them
I respect not changing yourself for anyone but at the end of the day, you’re not touching me with your talons
halfway through and it feels like falling in love
that’s not even hyperbole
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.
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.
We never know when the bus is coming.”