skatings:

I can’t wait for the day I fall asleep next to someone I’m in love with. Just think about it, waking up and seeing them and getting a really big smile. It sounds amazing.

So I’m working on trying to write a character analysis for Great Expectations. As I sit here, I’m coming to realize just how big a role expectations plays in our lives. Everyone has them, and nearly everyone is left disappointed by them.

Here’s a short list of all the expectations I’ve had just this week. (The ones in italic actually worked out)

• Affection
• Happiness
• Finish my book
• Feel accomplished
• Kisses hello & goodbye
• Something anything cute
• Write a quality-ish monologue
• Have someone bring me breakfast
• A visit from someone when I’m sad
• Flowers (that’s a long shot. more like a dream)
• Recognition for trying to actually look presentable in public

I’ve come to realize I’m a dreamer. I always have these big elaborate hopes for the people around me. that they’ll take notice to the subtleties I put out there. that they’ll tell me the things I need to hear. that they’ll make me feel appreciated and not rejected. but must of all I have things I expect of myself. that I’ll be happy with what I have. that I’ll be open to change and love. that I’ll be happy, with no regrets or doubts.

I just want to feel loved. is that too much to ask?

hereunoia:

If the boy who draws

let’s you look over his shoulder.

If the poet

smiles

and shows you her words.

If the girl who sings for the shower only,

hums a song

in front of you.

Know that you’re no longer a person

but the air

and dust

that fills their lungs.

When the world perishes,

and all things cease to exist,

you’ll remain inside an ink stain,

a paint brush,

a song.

— Alaska Gold

what gets me through my day is knowing I’m an important part of someone else’s.

i love you.

just wanted to put it out there for you to see, for whenever you’re down, whenever you need to see it

I’d be perfectly happy to lay in your arms for the rest of my days. To rest my head on your chest, tapping your heartbeat on your biceps with my fingertips. To wrap my arms around your waist and never let go. To tilt my head up towards your face and wait for a kiss on the forehead. To listen to your breathing as you fall asleep. To be there when you wake, ready to hear about all of your crazy dreams. To comfort you through nightmares. To remind you that I’ll never leave. To feel your arms tighten around me when I tell you how much I love you. To kiss your nose when you’re upset.  To run my fingers through your hair when you’re angry. To tickle your stomach when you’re too serious. To kiss you, just because I can. To see you smile at me, with that knowing grin that says so much. To fall asleep knowing you’ll be there when I open my eyes again. To share the little moments. To share the big moments. To grow old with you. To love you. 

I’d be I’m perfectly happy, with you.