I want you to enter

you knock at my door, knock at my heart

and I long to open the door, open my heart

you told me that I looked beautiful (not that I was beautiful)

and my heart beat quickened but I didn’t believe your words

how I wish that your hear beat quickened when you say those words

Laying in bed, remembering a conversation in your head, and imagining what you should've said instead.

sodamnrelatable:

(Source: ainngahstory)

thoughts

• rlc said that i should stick up  for my self, not let people use me, not hang around druggie people 
• now i’m doubting nice things i was planning to do (ie roll with y’all thank you card) 
• But then I saw this quote that ‘DreamGirl’ posted on ‘Miss A’s’ fb wall:
  Gratitude is the wine for the soul.
  Go on.Get drunk. 
  ~ Rumi

so 4/20 was a bust 

lots of food for thought though

that awkward moment when you realize that you’ve been deleted from the dance team fb group

"There are times when the simple dignity of movement can fulfill the function of a volume of words."

"

…I want a life that gives me you on a Sunday morning with nothing to do but feel you next to me.

So, tomorrow is Sunday and my bed is empty. What I’m saying is this: there is a space for you here in my heart, between my sheets, against my mouth, if you’ll take it.

"

(Source: mylibraryvoice)