I am home alone waiting to ring in the New Year in my sleep.
I only keep secrets to protect myself. I don’t want to keep anything from...
dearyou-loveme asked: Dear You, I think you and your words are beautiful. Love, Me
New Year's Resolutions
Eat better. (I can’t live on peanut butter toast and popcorn) Exercise more. Be more social. (Get a life!) Keep trying! Live, laugh, and love often!
The worst part of being Alone
I think the worst part of being alone is missing the touch of another person. Whether it is their hand in yours, or a hand upon your shoulder, a caress down your back, or along your thigh. The warmth of their body, the sound of their breathing. The feel of their breathe on your skin; their smell; their presence. The feel of their body next to yours… The worst part of being alone is being...
me thinking: look at all the things we could have together we could live happily ever after and run away to a far off place and never have to worry about anything ever again. i just want to wake up next to you and kiss you and see you and be with you forever im in love with you
Chatting and cooking in the kitchen with you.
I am the invisible girl. No one sees me. Some times I wonder if I exist.
What Are You Doing New Years →
Wanted: Best Friend
Must be willing to spend at least 3 hours, one day per week hanging out with me. Sense of humor a must. Ability to craft, not required, but a plus. Willing to listen Open to all ages and genders Dancing and/or singing on occasion encouraged Willingness to make a fool of yourself in public
Times have changed...not really
It used to be that you would sit by the phone and wait for that special someone to call. Now, you sit by your computer and cell waiting for that someone to text, email, IM, etc… The forms of communication may have changed, but the waiting is still the same.
I wish there was a camera to capture feelings. You could take a picture and see how a person feels.
But the actual touch of her lingered, inside his heart. That remained. In all...– Philip K. Dick, A Scanner Darkly (via atavus)
Trying to decide which tastes better: Peanut butter on carrot Peanut butter on celery Peanut butter on finger
Rain drops fall on me, Easing my sorrow, washing away my pain. Walking in the rain is like a shower for your soul. Making you feel fresh and new. Each drop is like liquid love, falling down on me. I am happy. I am loved. We are all loved by the rain. if we just let it fall on us and wash away the pain.
Dancing around in my underwear (with you).
And you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic...– Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via atavus)
I've never had a New Year's Kiss
I want to start a Mutual Admiration Society!
Mutual Admiration Society →