1. If I counted how many times that I have told you that I love you, I couldn’t ever count up that high. If I thought of all of the things that we have done together, I would never be able to think of all of it in a whole day. When I am with you time seems to fly, but that all changes once my feet hit the pavement. Distance is not an issue, I know that we can do anything. I love you with all that I am. <3

    If I counted how many times that I have told you that I love you, I couldn’t ever count up that high. If I thought of all of the things that we have done together, I would never be able to think of all of it in a whole day. When I am with you time seems to fly, but that all changes once my feet hit the pavement. Distance is not an issue, I know that we can do anything. I love you with all that I am. <3

  2. Homecomings….

    She is sitting behind the passenger seat, waiting for the love of her life to call her.

    He always calls around the same time every night. He called and they talked happily for a short time, until he got short and snappy in his response to something that she had said. He then got quiet (like he warned her that he does from time to time) and she thought he was disinterested. The conversation seemed to halt so she said “goodbye”.She then continued to be upset and messaged him so. He then walked a mile in the rain to his house to make sure things were okay, with another call. They seemed “ok”. She was home.

    She comes through the door to silence.

    No one inside is moving really, much at all. She wonders if they forgot that she was coming home today. They didn’t they came to greet here semi-quickly and grasped her in open arms. She missed her parents…

    It was her sister’s sixteenth birthday and she hadn’t gotten ANYTHING that she wanted. Her sister has a disorder that causes her to have severe mood swings. She grasps the present that she (her mother got for her to give her sister, because she was too busy at school) got her sister. Her sister rips open the wrappings to find the perfume that she desperately wanted and smiled at her sister. (whom felt sorry for her mother, whom didn’t get the gratification that she deserved) So she left.

    There was an awkward silence when she walked into his room.

    He was sitting on his bed, looking at her blankly. She waved, oddly, and said “hey”. She made a mistake. She didn’t kiss him when she walked in, she gave him silence because that’s what she was receiving.  They went rounds talking about issues that there have been, or things that unknowingly caused a little friction between them. Then they were good. Until two nights from then.

    They laid in bed, ready to express their love for eachother.

    Her clothes were removed along with his, they were natural, they were together. They tried to interlock, but her body would not allow it. It seemed that her garden had not been thirsty. There was nothing that she could do for this, and it was her last night with him for a week and 4 days. She had a breakdown.

    Her hair tie was banging into her wrist, by her own infliction.

    She was trying to calm, but she was so angry with herself. Her sister blamed her for her disorder, her family seemed to be falling apart, and now she couldn’t even make love correctly. She began to sob. The breaths came faster, and her head spun. Fingernails were breaking into her skin. She almost lost herself.

    His arms craddled her. He kissed her and calmed her with his gentleness. He is the man that she is meant to be with. He helped her out of her darkest time into a light that she never thought that she would see. He saved her. He saved me. I love him. <3

  3. This came out of my mouth when I was ranting….

    “If they are going to tighten the reins on me, then my little sister better be freakin’ Amish! “
  4. Near or far, these feelings never fade. &lt;3

    Near or far, these feelings never fade. <3

  5. poeticheartache: everythingleighton: fuckyeahchairandleighted: franklymydear: damnthatmotherchuckerr: (via motherchuckerr) X.O.X.O Gossip Girl &lt;3

    poeticheartache:

    everythingleighton:

    fuckyeahchairandleighted:

    franklymydear:

    damnthatmotherchuckerr:

    (via motherchuckerr)

    X.O.X.O Gossip Girl <3

  6. poeticheartache: lovebot: hit-or-miss: insidemyuniverse:discostars:unaccessorized:500daysofnadine:crazytop:(via elektriksoul) Yepp. This is exactly how I feel. &lt;3

    poeticheartache:

    lovebot:

    hit-or-miss: insidemyuniverse:discostars:unaccessorized:500daysofnadine:crazytop:(via elektriksoul)

    Yepp. This is exactly how I feel. <3
  7. fuckyeahhlove: by ikilledhisgirlfriendlastsunday  Please? (:

    fuckyeahhlove:

    by ikilledhisgirlfriendlastsunday

     Please? (:

  8. Just so you know…

    Miles on a speedometor cannot come close to adding up to how much I love you. And they DEFINITELY will not make me love you less. You are my world, and it’s going to stay that way. <3
  9. lamey-amy: movieoftheday: “I apologize to you if I don’t seem real eager to jump into a forced awkward intimate situation that people like to call dating. I don’t like the feeling. You’re sitting there, you’re wondering do I have food on my face, am I eating, am I talking too much, are they talking enough, am I interested I’m not really interested, should I play like I’m interested but I’m not that interested but I think she might be interested but do I want to be interested but now she’s not interested? So all of the sudden I’m getting, I’m starting to get interested… And when am I supposed to kiss her? Do I have to wait for the door cause then it’s awkward, it’s like well goodnight. Do you do like that ass-out hug? Where you like, you hug each other like this and your ass sticks out cause you’re trying not to get too close or do you just go right in and kiss them on the lips or don’t kiss them at all? It’s very difficult trying to read the situation. And all the while you’re just really wondering are we gonna get hopped up enough to make some bad decisions? Perhaps play a little game called “just the tip”. Just for a second, just to see how it feels. Or, ouch, ouch you’re on my hair.”

    lamey-amy:

    movieoftheday:

    “I apologize to you if I don’t seem real eager to jump into a forced awkward intimate situation that people like to call dating. I don’t like the feeling. You’re sitting there, you’re wondering do I have food on my face, am I eating, am I talking too much, are they talking enough, am I interested I’m not really interested, should I play like I’m interested but I’m not that interested but I think she might be interested but do I want to be interested but now she’s not interested? So all of the sudden I’m getting, I’m starting to get interested… And when am I supposed to kiss her? Do I have to wait for the door cause then it’s awkward, it’s like well goodnight. Do you do like that ass-out hug? Where you like, you hug each other like this and your ass sticks out cause you’re trying not to get too close or do you just go right in and kiss them on the lips or don’t kiss them at all? It’s very difficult trying to read the situation. And all the while you’re just really wondering are we gonna get hopped up enough to make some bad decisions? Perhaps play a little game called “just the tip”. Just for a second, just to see how it feels. Or, ouch, ouch you’re on my hair.”

  10. You are all i need. I don&#8217;t need this to make me feel happy or strong. To make me look more interesting or beautiful. And most of all i don&#8217;t need this AT ALL. Now that I have you, this has been replaced. Who needs alcohol when I have someone like you? (:

    You are all i need. I don’t need this to make me feel happy or strong. To make me look more interesting or beautiful. And most of all i don’t need this AT ALL. Now that I have you, this has been replaced. Who needs alcohol when I have someone like you? (:

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College Student. Artist. Aspiring Therapist. Closet Poet. Hopless Romantic. I am a lot of adjectives. Anything I write comes from the heart. Nothing is edited according to someone else's opinion. I am me, a drug free hippie, a struggling middle class American citizen, and a traveler who has yet to step out of her country, home, and comfort zone. One day I will.

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