winterchubbylicious.

so happy in love. hop hop hop hop.

you-with-me
around(me)you
IYou

sir, i beg your pardon.

so i decided to put off school til the summer. i'm not certain if i'm doing this because it'll make me happy, or if i'm doing this because i'm being cowardly. am i just going to waste another 5 months to avoid stress or am i just allowing myself sanity?

time. i want to foolishly believe that it's all i've got, but it will begin to turn against me soon, and i can feel it.

the contentment, the satisfaction derived of the stability and the ordinary will slowly fill my lungs and before i know it, i will watch the self that i knew slowly float away with a half smile and glazed eyes.

you're intoxicating. you got me crazy over you.

credit: lelove

i was waiting for
the
longest time
and then
you
were there
standing
in front of
me

let's give it another whirl, because i know exactly what will happen...

... and i want to take a different path with you, and when it is love, there is no in between.


you can say "shut your face" whenever i babble non sense, you can hold me when i am crying and burrowing in your hug, we can stare at eachother with smiles, we can kiss and touch, you can make me feel, we can do so many things together.

thanks, i had fun, take care, goodbye.

"I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best." Marilyn Monroe.

i should run away when i can. or, foolishly go trust blindly off the fucking cliff to my demise. hmmmmm...

i feel... numb. I think i feel something else too, but i'm not sure what it is... do i feel hurt? angry? frustrated? it's hard to tell.


i don't think i want to feel right now.

i'm trying really hard to think positively though. damn, am i trying hard.

just spoke to Ingie, god it's so good to talk to her. she always knows... always.

so i'm not crazy, and i'm just going to talk to him about it. like a sane person does when in a healthy relationship.

My November Guest

My Sorrow, when she's here with me,
Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
Are beautiful as days can be;
She loves the bare, the withered tree;
She walked the sodden pasture lane.

Her pleasure will not let me stay.
She talks and I am fain to list:
She's glad the birds are gone away,
She's glad her simple worsted gray
Is silver now with clinging mist.

The desolate, deserted trees,
The faded earth, the heavy sky,
The beauties she so truly sees,
She thinks I have no eye for these,
And vexes me for reason why.

Not yesterday I learned to know
The love of bare November days
Before the coming of the snow,
But it were vain to tell her so,
And they are better for her praise.

Robert Frost


i wasn't ready for you.

i can never promise you anything and i know that some things will get in the way, but who are we to say that we know what's going to happen? all i know is that i want you with me, and the rest can be left to sweet denial and time.