There’s a job that I’m applying for. Let me put it to you thus: it’s a partnership I’m dying for - Mister and Misses “Us
A view like this is a terrible thing to admire alone. I know this city isn’t exactly romantic, but I’d give anything to have someone’s hand to hold and forehead to kiss right now.
Thoughts don’t change.
I wondered
for months
if you thought of me
of speaking to me
with me.
I don’t wonder that
anymore.
Now I wonder
how long did you have it written
how long did you
hover
breathing
thinking, of me,
before you hit
send.
Thoughts don’t change;
they just evolve.
And I have no idea how to interpret that.
It went well? But did I want it to? Seven months goes so fast.
I’m actually kind of nervous about this.
I can’t tell if it’s a good or a bad thing. Not knowing people’s motivations is difficult.
My friend is great, but she’s the anti-romantic.
Sigh.
This week has been tough. At school I’ve been so distracted with work that I’ve barely focused on my love life (or lack thereof.) It’s been fine, I’ve been running all day from morning ‘til night and I’ve been super productive. I’ve accomplished more in the past three weeks then I have in years. I’m so proud of all I’ve done.
Cue spring break. Not spent on an exotic beach hitting on woo-girls, not spent on vacation with friends, partying, or drinking the night away. Spent at home, with nothing to do. The same as last year, the same plan that I swore I’d never repeat.
Here I am.
Not being productive at all. Focusing on all the love I don’t have, with people who aren’t giving me chances. I realize society is fucked, but it still shouldn’t be taboo for me to want to take you to dinner. I know we haven’t hooked up, I know I don’t know you all that well. That’s the point. I want to get to know you. I just want to be wanted, want to feel a spark. If I can’t have that, it’s steak and BJ day today. I’ve had neither. Can’t a college guy get something meaningless? I like to fancy myself a step above an ogre. Loneliness doesn’t help that battle.
So I’m sitting here, accomplishing nothing. Multiple times this week I’ve had to stand up and walk around, stretch, because I’ve been so antsy - so unsettled.
Tomorrow I’m doing work, and a lot of it. I’m keeping myself busy all day. Hopefully Cuse can help me stay inspired by beating UNC Ashville. We’ll see what tomorrow brings, but the past few have been a challenge.
Source: sisterdiaries
Mask, mask, seatbelt, seatbelt, front, front, back, back.
Kristen Bell shows of her dance move, ‘The Stewardess’ [x]
Someone try to argue with me that women don’t hit their peak at 31.
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Source: peterparkour
I have no idea what to expect.
I haven’t spoken to you since the beginning of October, if you can even count that as speaking. I was finally doing well, or at least, okay. Then here you come, out of nowhere. Nice timing, by the way.
I’m not sure I even want to talk to you. I don’t know what I could say that would mean anything. I’m not sure I miss you. I’ve spent so much energy trying to not miss you.
I don’t want to consider the option that I want you in my life still. I’ve become adjusted to the life where avoiding you is easy, or at least normal.
You said you wanted to apologize. I’ll hear you out… All I ever wanted though, for those awful months last year, was for you to hear me out.
I still don’t see why I should.
