hey guys what do you do when you dream about a girl who doesn't exist. you meet her, she lives in your building, you and your other friend start to get to know her. your friend is kind of a dick, but that's just how he is. as you get closer with this girl, you start to convince yourself that you like her—you don't. you think she's gorgeous and you think you're supposed to fall in love with her, but you haven't. and in your efforts to love her, you do something that hurts her, your friend egging you on, trying to get you to go further, double down, and the girl pulls away from you. she doesn't look at you like she used to. she won't stand close to you and her new boundaries are clear—she needs you to keep your distance and you're not going to be able to fix this completely, not ever. and you understand that, and you're a kind person, so you are as respectful towards her as you know how. again, your friend is a dick about the whole thing, which doesn't make you feel better at all. maybe you shouldn't feel better. because you started it. you told yourself you were going to love her and you didn't and you did it wrong. and now that you've fucked it up for good, you feel yourself starting to look at her differently than you did before, just like she's doing now. but you're looking at her with shyness and gentleness and from six feet away, shrinking into yourself with a tiny glint of light in your eyes, while she stands stoic and tall, her eyebrows tensed and her mouth flat as you fumble your way through an attempt at aftermath-themed small talk, her responses short and clipped and knowing. she knows what's happened to you. she knows why you're looking at her like that. and she knows that you know that you lost your chance and you're not getting the same chance back and definitely not in the same way. and when she asks you for a small favor or wishes you well, you skip away, your voice soft and light and far too gentle, so fucking gentle, and you know that she hates you a little bit. and you know that now, only after, you love her a little bit. and then you wake up. what do you do then?
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Do I know she was joking? Yes
Does it still break my heart a little that Fig said "I'm gonna steal your girl" about Gertie to Kristen? Yes
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I NEED TO KNOW IF DAPPER IS OK I HAVE TO- AAAAA-
This was a doodle turned practice- I wanna draw backgrounds better-
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It's a little late, but farewell Natasha.
At the time, I never understood what people meant as "comfort character" until I saw her die on screen. It was the first time I ever cried for a movie character.
See you in a minute, Nat <3
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I think the one thing I miss about tiktok is the account of that one Japanese woman who was crazy skilled on the bass and she would just go insane on that thing to recent song trends and it was the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life.
No I do not remember the account name.
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God. I love her so fucking much. I miss her. I crave her touch. It’s not the same. I see her from time to time and all I want to do is grab her and kiss her. I know she doesn’t feel the same.
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7 years ago… how time flied. I miss her so much
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