I am just a speck of dust inside a giant's eye.

I am sitting next to you thinking, SHUT UP BEN KWELLER, I WANT TO HEAR HIM SING.

And that is when I realize that I am totally crazy for you and it's pathetic. And I embarrass myself in front of you constantly but.. Oh, I don't care.

You are mine and I am happy. And I hope some day you can be crazy about me, too.

I'm not going to lie,

I am sitting here in my bra and underwear

With my hair in a towel

Wondering if you're thinking about me, too

I hope you are

God, I hope you are...

I bought a bunch of new CDs today, it just figures that now would be the time for my computer to not recognize any discs.

I am still upbeat. Even though I have a week of school ahead of me. Even though I didn't see you today. I will see you tomorrow.

hair cut, new jeans, new attitude

my giddiness about everything going on in my life wont last, but i'm going to enjoy it while it does. and hearing that i make you happy, well, that just makes me happier. i want to spend all day. all weekend. every weekday. a month a year a lifetime. i just like being around you more than i like being around anybody else.

EUPHORIA

I am happier than I have ever been

I like you so much

I do
I do

I'm so all about you

And I'm never going to stop smiling about this (:

You are mine. <3

nothing to say except

days without you are total bores

I can't wait to see your smiling face again

Phantom Limb

oh,
you are
the roots
that sleep
beneath my feet
and hold
the earth
in
place.

If only I didn't have to use someone else's words.

I wish I were aesthetically pleasing enough to measure up to you. Good lord, I just.. You're just... EVERYTHING I ever possibly could have imagined in someone I could want. You're more than that. You're real. You're breathing.

"Like if you cut open a rag doll with a silly name, and found inside: Real intestines, real lungs, a beating heart and blood. A lot of hot, sticky blood." A fantasy made real.
A dream forged with reality. But in a makeshift way. In a way that makes it so you're never really sure if it's a dream, or if it is really happening..

Last night I was so tired of wishing for you.
I just want your hand curled in mine. I don't want to have to wait, even though I know it's what is best. For you. For both of us.

I'm just so.. I'm just so exhausted. I feel like a stranger when I'm away from you. I feel like.. I feel like a day not spent breathing in the sun beside you is a day put to waste. Sometimes when I'm listening to you speak I feel like.. like maybe the human race isn't so bad. Like maybe we have a chance. If there were more people like you.
If I could be more like you.

And all the words to all the songs that remind me of your smile are popping into my head, but I want to express this by myself for once. I want to .. I want to realize what it is, what it is exactly that I'm feeling, and I want to tell you. But I know I could never do that. I'm so terrified of rejection. You know that old sports quote? The one about the fear of striking out? Well, it's bullshit, because telling a person how you feel has a lot higher stakes than hitting a fucking ball with a piece of wood.

I don't see how anyone could want to hurt you. How a girl could do what she did to you. How anyone could not.. care for you. Like I do. I just think.. I just think.. I mean. I know you're not perfect. Of course not. I'm not that stupid.. I just.. I just think sometimes that maybe you could feel the same way about me.

(Fucking optimism.)

God damn the black night

Stupid Cinderella bullshit. 12:30 my ass.

If I don't get to spend tomorrow with you, then I don't know what... the breakfast club, and Barack and Bright Eyes. Oh, there's no way I can miss out....

I'm scared
because what if this isn't one of those silly crushes I get when I start hanging out with new people? What if this is something different?

All I know is,
it's so hard to concentrate on Stephane and Stephanie when I can smell your cologne and I can hear you breathe and I can feel your leg brushing mine.

I hope I don't come on too strong. I hope I can eventually stop worrying.

No new years kiss, but your presence is intoxicating enough.