I think the problem is that I’m stuck waiting for him to do something, to make a move, to say the perfect thing. And the problem is that I shouldn’t be that girl, the one who sits and waits for him. I should be independent. I should think clearly and consistently without having my mind jump straight back to him. Yeah, falling for someone like that is the hardest thing to do. And the stupidest thing is that the thing standing in my way is fear of losing him, the fear of rejection, the fear that I might lose a friend that means everything to me. I want to be everything to him, but I’m not. I’m not the kind of girl he needs, and I’ll never be that girl. (via potayto) Sep 16th / 2,007 notes ▲
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don’t talk about your feelings to anyone ever

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“I want the awkward silences that really aren’t that awkward. I want to look at your from the passenger seat as you sing along to the radio and drive with only one arm. I want the late night drives to Maccas where i have to pay for half because you forgot your wallet. I want the late night pick-ups where you pick me up after a night out with my friends. Sometimes I’ll be tipsy and you’ll just laugh at me as I sing along to songs I’ve never heard. I want to pick you up at 3am, when you’re drunk and complaining, but still awake enough to thank me for being me. I want to drive you to your house and lay you down in bed and kiss you goodnight and cook you breakfast in the morning when your head hurts too much to even think. I want you to ask me what my friends were pointing at and I’ll just laugh, saying ‘I don’t know’ and you’ll shoot back at me, saying I do know, but I don’t want to tell you, which is half true; I don’t want to tell you so you’ll tease me a bit more. I want you to tease me about my driving, saying how I stalled an automatic when really I just turned the car off. I want to fight when you’re texting another girl, or when you forget to say happy birthday. I want to fight when I say I hate you getting drunk often and never paying for our food. I want you to scream at me and I want to run out of your house. I want to cry and have mascara pouring down my face when you chase after me, kissing me and holding me, telling me you’re sorry. I want to slap you and I want you to hate me for it. I want to say I’m sorry and kiss you and I want you to forgive me.
I want the teases, the late nights, the mocks, the laughs, the silences, the fights, the break-ups and the make-ups.

I want every inch of you. Your flaws and imperfections.

I want you.”

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You look like a winter night. I could sleep inside the cold of you. Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless  (via iadler) Aug 1st / 9,584 notes ▲

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