Maybe not doing this, but I am meeting someone in the city on Thursday. Trying to think of fun/romantic things to do.. Wish me luck!
(via echomyecho)
Source: funnyjunk.com
Dear Girls,
Please take this advice very seriously, as it is the absolute biggest mistake you can make in regards to boys hearts. If (for whatever reason) you are no longer “together,” do us one favor. When we are talking, if we happen to mention something that makes you think of the past, of good times, please, for all our souls:
Do not smirk how you used to. Do not bite your lip. Do not stare at us with that face we adored. Do not tilt your head inquisitively. Do not let us see you looking into the past. Do not show us you remember the feelings we shared. Do not allow us back in time with you.
Do not give us hope that the past can be again.
It seems harsh, but if you break these rules, you are sentencing us. If you break these rules, we are you prisoner.
You’re not the only one who can see the past. If we see that you can still feel that, we can not move on, we can not give up. We have hope for the future. And if there is no real hope for the future, you’ve just done the most evil thing. You have renewed our chance for heartbreak.
Please, girls. Heed my warning.
Sincerely,
Heartbroken with Hope
Serious question, tumblr.
Someone tonight said to me that they didn’t want to have hope or get excited at a possibility, because they are trying to avoid disappointment. I argued, and feel strongly that those who make this argument are using the wrong feelings. If you need to avoid disappointment (and I might argue that it’s good to make yourself vulnerable every once in a while) that building up expectations is how to be disappointed in the end. I argued that if you don’t have hope, if there is no excitement, there’s really nothing worth fighting for anymore…
That’s what I’m afraid of. Thoughts?
To write love on her arms.
So, tomorrow is a TWLOHA day.
To Write Love on Her Arms is a non-profit movement dedicated to presenting hope and finding help for people struggling with depression, addiction, self-injury and suicide. TWLOHA exists to encourage, inform, inspire and also to invest directly into treatment and recovery.
Basically, for the day you write the word ‘love’ on your arm, in order to raise awareness. I’m deciding how I want to design my ‘love.’ Any suggestions?
So, let’s get personal.
A lot has been going on lately, but I haven’t been writing about it. Mostly because it’s been boring crap like school and college applications. I used to have a lot of good stuff to post because I had a good love life. Then I had a lot of good stuff to post because my love life sucked.
Lately, it’s been indifferent. Until Halloween. And it wasn’t even someone I saw on Halloween. We chatted online. God bless the internet.
We knew of each other, but had never spoken more than two words. I ‘accidentally’ IMed her, and we had a really good conversation. She seemed like she wanted to talk to me, which was a pretty important characteristic that had been missing from the past few attempts I’d made. She still seemed interested in me, and what I had to say through the next two conversations we had.
Now it’s a week later. When talking to her at her locker after school today, I casually slipped in a “Text me if you want to hang out this weekend.” With her warm smile, she replied okay, and went on her way.
She doesn’t have my phone number. I don’t have hers.
