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I like you
Go!
How much do I hate rejection?
I won’t ask people on Facebook to be friend in fear they’ll decline, even though we talk in class.
I hate the flirting/ getting to know each other stage of dating.
You know that stage, the one where you want to date him but you can’t go up to him and say, “Yo, bro, I wanna date you. “
So you have to play it cool, like, “Hey, you’re my friend, but I secretly like you and want you to ask me out to The Hunger Games and go to prom with me, but I can’t let you know that I want you to do that, so I have to pretend that I could care less about The Hunger Games and who you might go to prom with, even though I glance at you periodically in class and ask everyone around us who you’re going to prom with… Okay, I lied, I really am interested in The Hunger Games, which is laying in my purse right now waiting for me to read. Yeah, that was a run on sentence, but that’s how much I don’t want you to know I like you, I can’t end my sentence. “
I would love to have a relationship like Noah and Allie’s in The Notebook… minus the being separated for 7 years part.
I love the passion they have when they’re teenagers, how they can’t keep their hands off each other, how every time they argued they always made up, how after so many years apart they fell right back where they left off, how he loved her even after she forgot him, how she remembered, how they were together till the end.
The Notebook, Dear John, Titanic, A Walk to Remember, Atonement, all Nicholas Sparks books…
I must be thinking of somebody special or got a nasty bump on the head because I constantly am watching and reading romance and I’ve NEVER done this before.
You never realize how much you miss something until you see it in front of you.
Today, I found out about a week old couple in my English class. They were walking in front of me, holding hands, giggling, and being all “new coupley” like.
I want a boyfriend.
I hope my future boyfriend doesn’t feel emasculated by Matthew Broderick or Leonardo DiCaprio.
Because if he wants to be with me, he’ll have to live through watching Ferris Bueller’s Day Off and Titanic most of the time.
Please understand what I mean when I say you’re my lobster.
Sincerely, Me.

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