Anonymous asked:
with who are you in love?
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outonismo answered:
With a girl who makes me smile with a good morning, but most part of the days does not remember to send me one. With a girl who messes up with my head with a kiss and makes me want to live more just existing.
I want to spend my nights eating cereal on the floor when there is a perfectly fine table behind us with her.
I want to go to the movie theater and sit in the very back row just to make out like kids falling in love for the first time with her.
I want to slow dance with her in our bedroom with an unmade bed an candles on the nightstand.
I worry daily, she always creeps into my mind and I worry about her. What she’s been up to, what she’s thinking, and how she is. How I could help, if she’d just let me, we could make it together, we could be there for each other. Sometimes letting someone in means also letting them help, even with the bad parts. I want to be that man for her.
I’m usually so confident with most everything but then it comes to her , it just crumbles away. I’m scared as hell wanting her, but I want her anyway.
And no haha I won’t leave you on the dark, her name is Ana, and her tumblr is buckises. She is not that active on tumblr, so she probably wont even read it, and I’m sorry for writing this giant text to respond this simple question, but you all know I’m pretty slobbery and I like to think someday I’ll be a writer <3 and she is worth the shame for being so slobbery. she is always worth it.
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reasons i want to look GOOD
- for myself
- for myself
- to plant the seed of envy in other bitch’s hearts
- for myself
Where will you usually find me?
The gym.
Why am I not a size 2?
A size 2 just may not be in the cards for you!
But if you’re exercising, then you’re healthy, and that’s what matters ☺️
Your first kiss isn’t as important as your last. The math test really didn’t matter. The pie really did. The stuff you’re good at and the stuff you’re bad at are just different parts of the same thing. Same goes for the people you love and the people you don’t—and the people who love you and the people who don’t. The only thing that mattered was that you cared about a few people. Life is really, really short.
Ethan Wate, Beautiful Chaos (via emotional-algebra)