When we meet, i don’t want to be just the ‘new girl’ or the ‘next girl’ in your life, and we turn to lovers. I don’t want to be a stranger to you. I want to be the girl that you’ve seen in your dreams, or that you’ve pictured in your future. I wanna be your ideal image, come to life. I want to be ‘that girl’.
you were someone i saw potential in
i saw a soul that was worth investing in
instant connection, maybe not physical attraction
but you taught me affection
some may think that you’re a distraction, but you’re an inspiration
i’m in love with your ambition
you could settle for less but you strive for precision
you once said, that to love is to not be engulfed in our outer appearance, but by being engulfed in our colliding personalities and conversation
and i hope one day i’ll impact you
and i’ll change your life
and i’ll be the apocalypse
rest in paradise.
i miss it over there so much, it’s ridiculous. i’m getting depressed ;( night ch’yalllll.
so tired, so uninspired. no relapse, no progression. loaftyloaftyloaft. i hope that that changes sooooon.
it’s good, thanks for asking (: everything’s good. what do you do?
heyy (: i’m amazing, thanks.
i beg to friggen differ. i hear this all the time, “stop expecting some amazing guy, no one’s perfect and you just turn down people expecting that.” in my opinion, i think that when i find someone, they’ll be perfect. i don’t think that me, or anyone else should settle for less than perfect. it’s not fair to you or the person you’re with. when i find someone, i’m hoping to love everything about him. and what others might consider flaws, will just be another asset about him that i love. ‘perfect’ is only limited by what bar you set it.
Without the foundations in my life, what do I have left? My body’s a container holding no content.
I was above the clouds. Floating, flying in my fantasies.
I never thought about being too happy- my mistake.
Now that I’ve fallen, the memory of my euphoria pushes me ten feet lower than where I’d be without.
Like everyone, I’m all alone in my problems.
Losing grip of myself as well as my foundations.
With a shovel and bucket, I’ll dig to find myself.
The rest- taunting, incognito.