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.
I just wrote a spec script for How I Met Your Mother.
I kind of really like it.
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.
By Jeanine.: I want know every God damned inch of you. I want to know what dusk...
I want know every God damned inch of you. I want to know what dusk looks like reflecting in your amber eyes on a wintery Tuesday. I want to know where your mind wanders to wrapped up in your sheets at night. I want to be able to trace the crevices of your body with my eyes closed and know it by…
Source: byjeanine
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
Hello world.
Summer is almost done. People are starting to go back to school, and I’m jealous. I leave in nine days though, so that’s okay. I’m excited to be back.
As for tonight though, I have some summer poetry I haven’t posted yet. I’d like to, but I’m nervous…
haiku 88
my favorite friend
the bright Moon on the water
walking beside Me.
Rudy Francisco’s love poem titled - “To the Girl who works at Starbucks down the street from my house on Del Mar Heights Road; I swear to God, I’m not a stalker.”
New bucket list item. Perform poetry or compete in a poetry slam.
(via kissalyssa)
Source: stevenrosas
Everyone, go read The Last Lecture right now.
Right now. I mean it. I’ve never been so sincerely touched (or ever cried so much) from something I’ve read. I think it might be a bit too profound to say my life has been changed, but I am most definitely a wiser mind having read it.
