This boy I had a major crush on in middle school (who never gave me the time of day) now basically wants to hook up, and I don’t know whether to laugh or be proud of myself for growing out of my awkward stage and getting attractive.
deep red - i’m in love with you.
red - i love you.
pink - i think you’re cute.
blue - you’re amazing.
rose - you’re pretty
purple - you’re hot.
plum - i would fuck you.
violet - i would date you.
aqua - i could stay on your blog for hours.
lavender - you are my tumblr crush.
orange - i want to get to know you.
tangerine - we have a lot in common.
amber - i wish you would notice me.
cream - i don’t talk to you but I really love your blog
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."
Today’s accomplishments include
• finishing my first college paper
• bonding with my unit (finally)
• HIMYM marathon with Jordan, josh, and Macie.
• meeting Dave Franco’s very attractive and pretty nice long lost twin.
I’ve officially been dubbed as the “cute little artsy freshmen” that the upperclassmen art majors adore and that makes me really happy.
Somewhere Only We Know