Hello I don't know how to initiate contact with people. Very much in love, very much a mess. Don't worry, I'd unfollow me too if I could.
Hello followers who are kind enough to like my stuff. Opuss has been my escape lately, I love reading your stuff and I just wanted to say that I'm not gonna be on here for while.
When you dip her in the middle of the dance floor, it is the color of her dress. When she whispers in your ear, it is the color of her lips.
One week ago at midnight This 365 page novel Came to a close. We read the last chapter and anxiously awaited the following 365 days.
This year left me feeling completely empty. Sometimes my mind wanders back to when I felt perfectly happy.
I couldn't determine if it was how your clothes were fitting that day, or if it was the way you did your hair.
You write so beautifully The inside of your mind must be a terrifying place.
I dove into her Like a pale blue sea, Warm and inviting, and she enveloped my bones like waves.
10:43 am "You have to run Finn, come on. Run with me" she squealed. "I'm not gonna run in the middle of the monsoon rain" I replied quietly. I don't know how we ended up here to be honest.
I remember the look you gave me when our eyes first met, like a child examining a present she couldn't afford or an artist falling in love with a painting she never thought she'd complete.
Once she was so mad at him that she slammed the door shut hard enough for the windowpane to break And the glass shattering on the sidewalk sounded like a summary of his entire life Once he was so...
It's like you're trapped in a cage. No one sees it. Not even you. You don't know what it's made of, you don't even know where it came from. It forbids you to move freely.
We were unstoppable Sitting on that roof smoking at 5 am You, the girl with the messy hair and the thirsty heart. And I, a nothing, still, you made me feel like I was worth a lot. We were never lost.
Come to think of it I'm not entirely sure Where I lost myself Maybe it was in those 8 hours of classtime Lost in notes and due dates Equations and definitions In beds of strangers or Old friends...