And you laugh like you’ve never been lonely. You laugh like there’s hope in the story.
I’m too insane to explain and you’re too normal to understand.
I wanna be hot enough to make people question their sexual orientation
i hope you come back (via pessimistiic)
if you love me let me know
you kissed me and asked me if i felt something and it’s taken me six months to explain that i didn’t just feel something, i felt everything. i felt the pulse of the rain that was beating against the roof on the first night you stayed over and the stillness of the frozen lake we visited last winter when you said you were sick of the city. i felt the cold darkness of your room when we sat on the floor at 3 am and the warmth of the sunlight that shone through your window when we woke up at noon with our fingers laced together. i felt a thrill like the one that engulfed me the first time i snuck out of my house to see you and i felt the same sense of safety i always did when you had your arms around me. i felt the words of the books i read out loud to myself when i’m sad. i felt the drum in the beat of my favorite song. i felt the rush of the ocean against my skin. i felt the stars and the planets and entire universes. i felt everything, all right there on the tip of your tongue.
Tonight my friend was talking to me about his boyfriend and how much he loves him and he couldn’t stop smiling and his eyes were tearing up and it’s weird knowing I’ve never experienced that. I’ve never been fully wrapped up in someone. I’ve never felt love.
It sucks. I’ve never felt love either.