(via tellytothe)
I’m not saying sex. I don’t need that. I’m saying staying up reading kindergarten books with you, not necessarily reading them, but reminscing on how we used to love reading these over and over, especially the ones where you can feel the dog’s fur and the alligator’s scales. I’m saying playing card games and boardgames. Watching you make the most adorable faces at me and sticking your tongue out everytime you win and saying psh, I just let you win everytime I do. I’m saying making handshadows on the wall. Laying a flashlight on the floor and making our hand puppets pretend to eat each other. I’m saying popping a good CD or putting your ipod on the ihome while we just lay there drawing pictures with our fingers in the air. I’m saying finger food. Getting all the fruits, crackers, chips, and candy from the kitchen, blindfolding me, and telling me you’re going to feed me a strawberry and you put a lemon in my mouth. I’m saying looking at pictures. Going through albums of when we were babies and what our parents looked like in high school. I’m saying star gazing. Opening the curtains and letting the moon be the only source of light in the room. Pointing out constellations and naming stars after one another. I’m saying prank calls. Laying down next to each other, on our stomachs, looking through yellowpages, and practicing our british, indian, or asian accents before we dial the number. I’m saying just maxing. Snuggling next to each other, letting our bodies touch as if we’re about to dance the tango. Our chests are glued to one another and our arms and legs are interlaced. I’m not saying sex. I don’t need that.
(Source: erudess, via masterofhypocrisy)
if only ♥
I hope so :(
If this is true then i hope she sees me every night as well cause i really wanna see her weally badly x)
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11.29.10 ♥ 677Tell me, how many times are you going to keep doing this to yourself? How many times will you keep looking back and not realize what’s right infront of you. I thought we had this conversation about a million times already, you can’t be weak. C’mon, you’re tougher now, pull yourself together and I…
i’m sitting here, wondering when the fuck you are going to get the fuck over your self and this whole i dont have a heart and dont care about shit, deal. Like seriously, grow the fuck up and stop being so cold and fucking bitter and hurting everyone that cares about you. I could care fucking less if you’ve been hurt. Baby boy you’re gonna get hurt in your life time and its better to grow the fuck up and move on, then sit there and destroy everyones life. everyone that cares about you, that would do anything for you, get in front of a bullet for you. You tell me daily that you dont have a heart, you dont care about anyone or anything. What made you that way? Why do you hate life so fucking much? You obviously care about something, because if you didnt, you would not be like that. I know you care about something, I know you care about someone. I dont care if it’s me or not. I mean, yeah i care. Because i care about you and i always will. And i find it almost impossible for you to completly NOT care about me after every fucking thing we’ve been through. And after everything i’ve ever done for you. It’s quite obvious that i care about you. AND YOU STILL DO THIS TO ME. Why the fuck would you even get involved with me if you knew you were just going to fucking hurt me. I hate you for that, even though i love you. I hate the fact that you knew all along. All along. I just want you to get the fuck over yourself and face the cold hard facts of what your REAL feelings are and quit being such a coward.
