I insist on dreaming about that one day,

that one day,

one of us confesses,

or somehow we both act upon the moment and our actions will speak louder than words.

I hope that one day will come. Preferably soon.

i wish there was an off button for these feelings i have for you.

a little naive

This guy who I used to speak to in elementary school messaged me the other day asking how I was, then he confessed that he has loved me all these years. We’re both juniors in college right now. He asked me if I’d like to get coffee with him, but then I remembered something: he was the same boy who’d always sit behind me in class and constantly say “I love you” when we were only 11. I didn’t know what love was back then, and I still don’t know what it is now. So I keep wondering.. how? How could he love me..? How does he know?

If you're gonna spend so much time on my mind you're gonna have to start paying rent. Kisses are an acceptable form of payment.

I don't even know what to do. There is this girl. She likes me. I like her. We are soooooo close to being something other than acquaintances. Like sooo close. We both know it.

The problem is life. It is so frustrating. It's like two ships pass in the night. So close, yet so far. I just need 5 seconds. Not even 5, I'll take one. I just need an opportunity. A half-chance. Something.

We can't dance around each other like this much longer.

I don't hope for you anymore, I'm tired.

Feelings are messy; they stick to things that they shouldn't have touched in the first place.

Hey uh

Still super into you, if you couldn't tell. Would like to kiss your face at the earliest convenience. Plz refrain from breaking my heart.


It's like we're finger tips away from each other, but neither of us want to reach out that little bit further

For the girls who are constantly accused of being over emotional and challenging:

There is nothing wrong with you. There is nothing wrong with you saying no and getting upset when that no isn’t easily accepted. You’re allowed to cut off, move on, speak up. You’re allowed to tell someone when they’re being disrespectful. You’re allowed to say “don’t touch me“ and “don’t talk to me/her like that“. Don’t let anyone convince you to water yourself down in the same of preserving some archaic level of femininity that isn’t valid. Be loud and cry and understand that every time you’re told your argument isn’t valid because you’re emotional, that you have something worth saying. That every time you’re accused of being sensitive, that you‘re seeing something others aren’t. There is a reason that you are what you are and you feel what you feel. Logical people wouldn’t exist without emotional women in the first place. Remember that.