I hate when someone wants to be there for me and wants to listen and all I can think about is “how can I put this is in a way that won’t make them run off”. Why can’t I just be me? Why does there always have to be something?
My Roman empire? The fact that the library of Alexandria was burned and I would have lived my eternity amongst the old papers HAD IT NOT BEEN BURNED BY THE OH WHO? YEAH THE MOTHERFUCKING ROMAN EMPIRE! FUCK YOU JULIus! DONT CARE IT WAS AN ACCIDENT! I CARE THAT KNOWLEDGE WAS LOST!
Oh and the fact that I can write the most heart aching sappy romantic one-liners but I'm single and have no one to use them on. I just know that regardless of the poems and lines I write for the one I wish to only look at, the stars in their eyes would render me speechless wordless. I pray that I can at least manage a "I love you" when they need it.
why is this video so comforting to watch? like the quiet talking, the fabric moving, the clink of the rings. his quiet “why all of the sudden i’m self-conscious?” all gives me so much peace. and not in a romantic crush way but in a friendly platonic way. like when you wake up to your parent/sibling/friend/loved one getting ready for the day. like those morning doves but a person. laying in bed and watching someone you love get ready for the day. the sound of my mom opening and closing her makeup pallets. my friend opening and closing different drawers to find the exact shirt she wants to wear. the clink of keys as they pat themselves down to make sure they have them before leaving. and you, you’re just laying there, eyes open or closed, awake but not as they softly shut the front door so they don’t disturb you purposely.
I want to hug you & kiss you & I know I shouldn’t. I was the one who ended things but when I think of you I just want to hold you. Now isn’t the right time for us, I know that & I wonder if after sometime will I still think of you like this. A part of me wants to but idk if that’s the right choice. I’m so confused & idk how to feel. Idk if these feelings are right or wrong. I just miss you & want to be with you again. Why am I like this?
My coffee's cold and its dark outside and all my friends are sleeping and the house is so very quiet. Most days I'd consider this heaven but today I consider it hell