nutella & other jizztastic things
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(Source: raymon-osis)
I become friends with a guy, best friends, get feelings, we like each other, talk constantly…
then I get stressed by this CONSTANT pressure of not having my own space and time to myself, something happens and I just push him out of my life completely.
Another thing I realized. The only 2 people I’ve truly had strong feelings for, I only KISSED them like a couple months into our bestfriendship and thats all.
meanwhile I’ve hooked up with other guys, but who mean nothing to me lul
I’m strange
But I suppose that I don’t want to ruin things with those who mean a lot to me, and don’t really care about hooking up with the others.
You know, I was having a conversation with a friend the other week about how I want to be someone that other girls can look up to. Not little girls, oh no that’s not what I mean. More girls my age, just a little younger and maybe even a little older. I’m tired of seeing girls being pressured to be…
I want to meet someone amazing who can change my life.
I want to inspire. Release emotions. Tell subliminal stories that are read between the lines. I want to bring laughter and tears within minutes of each other to someone’s face by my words. I want to show people the world from my perceptive. I want to imagine the world from your perceptive. Stop. Smile. Continue. I want to paint a picture in your mind that I’ve never seen with my own eyes. I want to do the impossible— I want to create something out of nothing. I want to paint pictures with sentences. Take a deep breath. Exhale. There’s still air in your lungs. I want to smell tangy and crisp and lovely and flowery; and I want you to be able to smell and feel me, my hair, my skin even if you aren’t here. I want my words to unlock possibilities. I don’t want to make sense, I want to be made sense of. The endless outlook of your imagination, lies within the realm of your own mind. I want to make music out of words. I want to write.
