It would be nice if you liked this, but I'm not trying to cater to anyone's interests.
I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, “Kiss me harder,” and “You’re a good person,” and, “You brighten my day.” I live my life as straight-forward as possible.
Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.
Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.
But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.
And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.
We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.
We never know when the bus is coming."
pretty odd is for every season though
like, wanna sit around and drink warm drinks with large sweaters in the fall?
wanna twirl around in fields, doing cartwheels and wearing flower crowns in the spring?
wanna go get some ice cream and watch the sunset in the summer?
wanna feel the bitter coldness from outdoors intertwine with the tears of emotional damage and eventually collapse into a pile of your own filth in the winter??
I’m trying to find something to eat and literally all we have is cake.
There are at least three sitting on my counter, there’s batter in the fridge, and all there is in the cabinet is like 10 boxes of Betty Crocker mixes.
All I want is a healthy snack *cRIES*