Man, how is it that whenever he talks to me my brain stops functioning? Like I can’t string together a coherent sentence. When he asks me a question I give one word replies because it’s all my brain can process. I hope he doesn’t think that I’m dumb or that I just don’t like him. In any case, I’m really glad I got to see him before I have to go away for a week. It’s actually crazy how perfectly that happened.
"I want to know how your weekend was (I never want to know these types of things but you’re the exception to all my rules) and I want to know how you got that scar on your knee (biking accident when you were twelve? Tell me more! This story is more riveting than The Hunger Games!) and I want to know about your mom and dad (Are they assholes? No matter! We’ll start our own family!) I want to protect you. I want to preserve your innocence and drink it up for myself. You learn from me and I’ll learn from you. Deal?"
— Ryan O’Connell, I Want to Know You
I want him to catch us
The Mad Girls Love Song - Sylvia Plath
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)God topples from the sky, hell’s fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan’s men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.I fancied you’d return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
"I want to know you. You seem like someone worth knowing. Every day I feel like I’m surrounded by people with hard edges and sour faces but I get the sense that you’re different. Too often people seem to think that they have the answers to everything. Their faces are trapped in permascowls and they can’t be bothered with anything besides their own narcissism. You aren’t like that. You still ask questions. You’re still looking for the answers."
— Ryan O’Connell, I Want To Know You (via sorakeem)
(Source: emotional-algebra, via sorakeem)
Everyone that you teach all day knows you’re looking at me in a different way
I guess that’s why my marks are getting so high
- me: i think i might eventually want to date that person
- person: *moves away*
wow i’m sorry to people who land on this blog accidentally from google
"
Don’t go far off, not even for a day, because —
because — I don’t know how to say it: a day is long
and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station
when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.
Don’t leave me, even for an hour, because
then the little drops of anguish will all run together,
the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
into me, choking my lost heart.
Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach;
may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.
Don’t leave me for a second, my dearest,
because in that moment you’ll have gone so far
I’ll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,
Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?
— Pablo Neruda (via philphys)
