- Me after every conversation: why the fuck did I say that
I don’t think we take enough time to appreciate the periods in our life when our noses aren’t runny. Is your nose runny right now? No? Think about that. Honestly reflect on it. Enjoy this era of peace. There are dark times on the horizon
guys I’m melting.
HE IS TOO PERFECT.
AND I WAS TOTALLY ALMOST OVER HIM TOO.
BUT NOW I’M SMILING LIKE A FOOL AND SHIT AND URGH.
THIS HAPPENS EVERY SINGLE TIME I ALMOST GET OVER HIM.
have you ever liked someone so much you started hating them
have you ever been in a fandom
He’s texting me.
We’re sending lotr quotes back and forth to each other.
Poetry makes me feel like I’m frolicking through a field in the summer while riding on a Unicorn.
or is that just me.
- plot twist: he likes you back
Are you winter, or are you fall?
Are you leaves spiraling down?
Or snow kissing the ground.
Can you tell me?
Or do you not know.
I used to think you were winter.
Cold, long and hard.
Taking away the colour of the world,
drenching it all in white.
Smothering the beauty that had come to life.
Now I think you’re fall,
because sometimes you’re warm,
drifting in on a breeze.
You’ve got colour,
but sometimes it’s hard to see.
You’ve got personality.
You’re easy to crunch
but sometimes you put up a fight.
You’re easy to fall in love with,
no one dislikes fall.
You’re beautiful in every form that you come in.
So are you winter or are you fall?
Or do you think you’re warmer than you are.
Do you think you’re summer?
full of heat,
thriving with life.
Long days and long nights.
Or are you spring.
Warmth with flashes of cold.
Melting away the slush and the snow.
Do you know what you are?
Are you beautiful leaves or are you snow.
Are you thriving with life? Or are you melting ice.
You feel like fall to me,
but your smile is like summer.
It brings me back to the heat and the water.
It brings me back to summer,
and summer brings me back to you.
You feel like conflicting seasons to me,
but if you sum it up,
you feel beautiful to me.
You are a warm breeze,
just passing through.
You’re long nights and the stories that come along with them too.
You are the sunrises and sunsets that come over the pool
You are pumpkin pie and acoustic songs.
You are leaves spiraling down.
You are the beautiful colours,
You are how I feel on my birthday,
and you are everything I wish for when I blow my candles out.
I’m just going to stop talking to you
because I’m really weird. I think it’ll be better for me and you if I do this soon.
Maybe in the long run,
this will turn out better for me.
They say distance makes the heart grow fonder,
but I don’t think that’s entirely true.
The week you were away,
is the week I almost fully got over you.
The less I see your face,
the faster I can get over you.
The faster I can be ok with you loving her.
The faster I can focus on more important things,
and get back to finding beauty in things other than you.
It’s just hard because you’re everything I’ve been looking for
for about 5 years now.
Maybe if we talked more,
you’d love me back.