There's this girl.

We know each other so well.

She's frightfully smart and can always pick up on my ideas. I can stutter something non-comprehensible and make arm guestures and look around at the clouds and she'll laugh and know exactly what I'm saying, then proceed to share her own saucy opinions on the matter.

She's amazing at listening, too. Normally I'm quiet, but it's like she sucks the words out of me. Those questioning eyebrows never mock me, and those greenish-brown eyes show nothing but kindness. 

But it works backwards too. 

On a rough day we'll meet and she won't say much. She'll sit on a bench, her eyes vacant and sorrowfull, staring into nothingness. Lost in the past. Lost in the swirling depths of her mind. And I can tell she's not thinking about lunch or an upcoming test or a really sad movie.

I just sit beside her, understanding. Understanding her story, the many bits and pieces of it other people have given me. Understanding why she's never had the courage to talk about it. Understanding that I'll never fully understand.

Sometimes she's completely silent. Sometimes she makes small talk about the weather. But the grateful look she gives me when I come sit down with her is heartwrenching. 

I admit, I don't know her very well. We only became good friends a year ago. But I connect with her. And that's why I love her so much.

~Theboyfromcollege

  • the stars wont sleep tonight.
  • they are too busy thinking of the moon,
  • in all its pale-lit glory.
  • the stars wont sleep tonight.
  • they cant stop thinking:
  • "what good is a speck of white, dotting the galaxy like a wash of freckles over the night?"
  • now the moon, you see- the moon spills light onto the world
  • so that it thrums life endlessly
  • so that in dark, there is a path
  • the stars wont sleep tonight.
  • they are tired but they cannot sleep.
  • even if theyd like to escape now,
  • they cant because they are part of a constellation.
  • a constellation that will fall apart.
  • and the stars;
  • they are just looking for the moon.
  • but they cant find it.
you are the moon
i am the stars
and i am so insignificant in this spinning universe
but i wrote this for you.
it is shitty and insignificant,
like me,
but it is for you.
  • for you, i wont sleep.
-requiem of a stupid heart

 

I just want to start a round of applause for all the people who tell their crush their feelings. Especially if they didn't return those feelings or it didn't work out in the long run. It is such an incredibly terrifying and brave thing to do. So I just want to congratulate you all because I know from experience how hard it is.

"If you love someone, let them know. Hearts are often broken by words left unspoken"

~Hopeless Romantic

Hey considering how awkward you are, I really appreciate the effort you have been putting in to show your affection.
It means a lot.

I want a red dress. A dress that you would always ask me to wear for special events. "Why don't you put on that dress you look so nice in. The red one" you would say. It would be the dress I was going to wear for our first real date. For meeting your parents the first time. It would be the dress I would wear the night you would propose and the dress you would slowly take off of me when I said yes. Your friends would say "There they are. Over there. The man with the woman in the same red dress". 

There is no red dress. And there is no us. There's not even you. So I put on my black dress one more time, and go out in the night, finding admiration in every indifferent heart I pass.

can i just tell you guys about him?

like, oh my god. i love him so damn much. when i knew, when i really knew, it was overwhelming. it was like swimming in the kiddie pool and realizing i was in the 9 ft section all along. i drowned in the realization of how much i really love him.

i want to breathe but i honestly love him taking my breath away.

he's gorgeous. when he smiles, it fills his whole face. cheekbones: killer. he has full, sweet lips and honey eyes that have trapped me. i look into them and i'm suddenly a small bug, consumed by amber. random freckles spot his head, topped off with a cute mole on his lip. i look at him, though, and don't see any of his appealing features. i look at him and just melt. five seconds gazing at his face and my heart swells at the fact that i am so utterly blessed.

i am so lucky to have him. i don't know how i got so lucky. when anxiety starts to creep on me, he tells me to breathe, tells me i'm okay. rubs my hands, back in small circles. when i have bad days, he tells me to remember that he loves me, to keep my chin up.

he calls me his queen. he treats me like one. kissing my hand, my cheeks, nose, forehead, lips, neck. i've never felt happier than when i'm in his arms, breathing him in.

he tells me i'm beautiful. he knows that i'm smart. he respects my independence. he calls my mom "mama" and looks at me like i make the sun rise.

i want to marry him.

we were finding our pulses the other day for a project and you absently moved your leg against mine and started tracing circles on my hand with your thumb

my resting heart rate is definitely not 102 beats per minute

not cool man, not cool

Can you imagine ever breaking someones heart? 

To be able to cause that much pain in a person? To be able to make tears go rushing down their face and to make their heart ache for who knows how long?

I'd hate to break someones heart

Love isn't really passionate and romantic 24/7. Sometimes you feel like platonic best friends and you'll just chill out or do stupid shit together. Which is perfectly fine but it's a shame that most people don't realize that because they mistake it for falling out of love.

My boyfriend asked me to be his girlfriend by typing "BE MINE" into my graphing calculator.

And I fucking said yes.

That's the only happy story I have involving a calculator, but it's the best choice I ever made. My calculations are CORRECT 

and I love you, henry, always.