My heart is screaming at the top of its dreary lungs as it longs to be so very much heard, just even a slight whisper to the smallest of ears. I throw my hands up in frustration and defeat at the inexplicable confusion my mind is bearing right now. Why do I always allow my hopes to be brought up so high even when I already know the unbearable and heartwrenching pain that lies so very close ahead? I want so bad to place the blame for this ridiculous internal aches on you, but the truth lingers only so clear in the very depths of my own self construction. What I don’t seem to understand is the whole situation and meaning of the very first night we spent together. Even though we only became friends in short of one month and the fact that it was the first time we had ever been in each other’s only company, it was still a night flooded with laughter, teases, smiles and a handful of flirtatious remarks. It was a night that lingered with misleading poses and gestures that to this moment, I am bewildered of. To my surprise, you offered to spend the rest of the long night at your house where we shared a meal that you cooked while watching yet another movie on your bed. It was a wonderful night, I can’t disagree, but I still can’t forget the unsettling moment where you laid on your bed and I was forced to do the same due to the lack of bed space. I remember giving in, grabbing and placing a pillow on your chest, and laying there simply confused at the situation. I remember falling asleep on your chest to the soft movements of your belly as it shifted whenever you exhaled and inhaled, and I remembered as you woke me up when you asked if I could ever be in a long distance relationship in reference to the movie we were somewhat watching. What the hell happened that night? Perhaps I may be overthinking everything that even took place, but I guess none of it really matters anymore now. I just wonder if you’ll actually even keep the promise of our whole summer movie date marathon. Suppose time will just tell from now. For the time being however, I’m going to try strenuously and desperately to withhold my reckless feelings and emotions from drawing so close to such a lovely, yet dangerous thing as falling deeper into like with whatever I may even feel towards you.

palega:

Change Nothing | Jessica Sanchez

11.11.11 <3

“They say we don’t fit together. I could do better. There’s always something. They don’t know the hell we’ve been through. ‘Cause when you hold me like you do, that’s when I wanna change nothing…”

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checkthevibes:

The Endless Summer — G-Eazy feat. Erika Flowers

G-Eazy is a cutie doe

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WANT

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Ego - Beyoncé

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staypozitive:

Holding hands may seem like an innocent gesture, but they show more than a simple interlocking of fingers. Your hands are one of the most essential parts of your body: you build with them, feed with them, hold with them, touch with them, fight with them; they are the tools of the human body. To take a hold of another’s hand is to break from living individually. It is to link yourself to another being, to momentarily entwine your life with another’s, to promise, for a moment, that you need not face the world alone. More simple, more aesthetically naive than other forms of affection, i.e kissing, hugging, sexing.., the act of holding hands is often trivialized in its true implications.

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nightintotune:

Ellie Goulding - High For This

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