wake up with me.

we'll be in tangled sheets as the sunlight streams in, and i'll kiss you good morning on your nose, or your mouth, or your cheek.

wake up with me.

i'll hold you for a few hours, or if you'd like we can play video games. sit in front of the television while snacking on cereal, or oatmeal, or eggs. whatever you like to eat.

wake up with me.

but we don't have to get up. we could stay in pyjamas all day, eat up all the leftovers, play games, read, watch shows, talk, or hold each other.

wake up with me.

i want to know what it's like to love in domesticity.

Blue.

Every time I hang with him, I manage to run into something and hurt myself.

And every time, I laugh, hard and unashamedly, at my own clumsiness, and he giggles, smiling back.

And wow. What a smile. I'll run into a million more walls if I get to see that smile every time.

Wow.


-Sayuri

Someone explain to me how you get over a girl you never had.

Someone explain to me how to continue seeing her and not feel your stomach turn.

Someone explain to me why we catch feelings for people we've never talked to.

Someone explain to me why being a lesbian is so hard.

Someone explain to me how you move on when you still know she will be near.

Someone please explain.

Maybe I just feel too deeply.

Is it cool if im deeply in like with you?

I will be happy, with or without you.

But I'd prefer it to be with you.

me to myself: i really like this boy and i feel like we're compatible and he's kind and funny and respectful and artistic and also really really cute like i want to stare at him for 5 hours cute and i want to cuddle with him and talk late at night and go on adventures and bake together and adopt a dog and

me to my friend: yeah he's kinda cute i guess maybe

I miss my childhood where crushes were just simple. Where you and your crush were shy and would play toys with each other. That simplicity of love is no where to be found as you get older. We just become more and more neurotic and make love more complex as it. I remember when I was in 3rd grade and I had a crush on this girl and I was shy around her. She was shy around me too as she also had a crush on me as well. We would talk about food and toys all day and we would hold hands and play toys with each other. Now I'm all grown up and every time I fall I love I notice how that simplicity is starting to fade. It's not that simple anymore. We have to read all the signals and cues that these women display and then you still have high chance of mistaking the fact that she likes you. It's not simple. Men start pursuing all this materiality wealth just to attract many women who they end up having empty shallow relationships with.

Also see it in women too.... when you were little you just acted shy but you still would talk to to them.. as you get older you start questioning your looks, status, sexuality, And self worth over your crush or someone your in love with. If you have to fucking question that with them they ain't the one. The person who will love you... will love you unconditionally. God forbid but you can have cancer that's make you bald or weak or a skin disease that makes you look "ugly" as society likes to call it... but the man or woman who loves you won't look at the exterior. They will love you for your soul and heart. Don't people forget that since the day we are born, the clock to our death starts ticking. Our time is limited and everything you see will vanish one day. So stop... please don't get caught up in the complexity of love. Just live life and take the punches and cuts to your heart as something to become resilient to. Don't let any asshole or bitch make your heart into stone. Keep loving simply as you did when you were a child. When you were a child you loved with a pure heart and without hesitation.

Love is the key. Attachment is the lock.

Don't get attached... just love

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I'M SOOO GAYYYYYYYYYY!

"Can I back up for just one second, what are your boundaries because I don't want to put you in any uncomfortable situations"

what did I do to deserve him

Maybe if I was a little less me and you were a little less you, things could have worked out.

But they didn't.