I hate that I know you so well.
How can it be possible that two of my very favorite things can be together like this. I think my heart might explode.
(Source: oowllovee)
I wish I could just fix everyone.
Tell them that they’re beautiful just the way they are. That you’re perfect.
But I can’t, and it breaks my heart to just stand by helplessly. Witnessing the destruction.
Seal my heart and break my pride,
I’ve nowhere to stand and now nowhere to hide.
Align my heart, my body, my mind,
To face what I’ve done and do my time.
Well you are my accuser, now look in my face,
Your opression reeks of your greed and disgrace.
I get nostalgia for the most random feelings.
My mom picking me up from elementary school and driving home. Laying on top of my couch while looking outside during the middle of summer and being young enough not to worry about anything except deciding what to do with that day. Sitting in my math class in middle school and looking outside as the weather was turning to fall. Having a planned friend that you would always meet up and walk to that certain class with. Or after school secretly hoping you’d see that one person before you went home for the day.
It’s not even the situation or the context, just that feeling you get. That comforting, warm feeling.
Girls regret the guys they did.
