Dave.
Letters to crushes.
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Förlängningssladd.
Geek/Bimbo does work..
Geek,
you said something about protons and atoms and I spaced out,
thinking that everyone else was wrong when they said you weren’t cute.
you’re adorable.
You like chemistry? Want to see if it likes us?
— Bimbo
[7 minutes later]
Geek,
you just commented on my facebook status and now I have happy butterflies and tummy flips.
— Bimbo
Btw, I really looooove Letters to crushes. (:
Julgranspumlor for the win.
Om jag firade jul, utöver då vi "firar jul" på en helt annan dag, då mor och hennes vänner dricker glögg, och om vi faktiskt hade en julgran. Eller någon julstämning över huvud taget. Då skulle jag vilja fylla den med de här. Granater, gärna ett par knogjärn, ett par svarta, och ett ännu mindre antal röda. Det hade vart king.
Men icke, inte ska det lukta julgran, och fyfan för julstämning. Det har folk inte tid för.
I mean, look at them. Their freakishly awesome!
Ltc.
S,
I think you should let me sneak you out tonight. Not to go anywhere special. Swing sets and benches. Planets, stars and planes in the sky. Wake up comes quick for both of us. Don’t tell your parents. Leave a note: “chasing stars with JL. Love, S.”
Fisheyes,
I like how we’re the same size/height, so that when you become mine… expect to have some of your clothes missing ^_~ (jk, I just want a sweater).
And plus. I like you, hurry and ask me to be your girlfriend, I’m very impatient x3 !
Dear World,
My unrequited friends, the weary in love, the confused in pieces and the tender of heart: just breathe. I’m sorry you feel pain. Smile. Laugh. Why hurt? You are aware of something wonderful in this chaotic world. You have loved. You possess the ability to love. I promise you no matter how many times you are hurt in life, no matter how many times you fall in the darkness, you will never lose that ability. You will always have love. Remember that and hold tight, won’t you? Someone close wishes to share their abilities with you. I know it.
B,
I don’t know what to do. Everyone’s telling me we would look cute together. They’re telling me to go for it and spill out my feelings for you. But how am I supposed to do that when you’re so unapproachable? You have that untouchable aura, maybe even a wall surrounding you. I can’t get across it.
Maybe one day you’ll build a door and leave it open. So I can confess.
M,
What’s Spongebob without Patrick? What’s Piglet without Pooh? What’s me without you?
Letters to crushes II.
Hipster,
I know you’re a closed shop, but I keep hoping and hoping you’ll fall for me. I think that can happen. I’ve been told I smell good. I think I can be pretty funny sometimes. I genuinely care about you. I like to think I’m not annoying.
But, it all just comes right back to the fact that you’re not open for business.
maybe you just need the right set of keys.
Boy I rode by on my bike last night,
When you said “hello” to me, I smiled and thought to myself, “how strange it is that this is the first time a pedestrian has ever spoke to me while I was in motion, and how great is it that it’s a cute boy?”
Then I blinked and realized my legs had kept moving and the wheel had kept spinning and I was 10 feet past you.
I should have stopped thinking, stopped pedaling, and said hello, too. I’m sorry for being rude.
Girl that rode by you on her bike last night
Dear you,
You don’t know who I am, and I’m pretty sure you don’t even notice me, but it doesn’t change the fact that I… Well, I kinda like you. I’ve seen you around but I’ve never had the courage to introduce myself, which is my fault, because who knows, we could have been good friends by now. I don’t know you very well, but I can see from where I stand that you’re different, and that’s a good thing. And if we ever do meet, and you turn out to be the exact opposite, I will always have this memory of you frozen in my heart:
Being perfect, being the first and last thing I think about everyday, and being the man of my dreams.
Why write this? because I know that things could only go 2 ways: either I never find the guts to even introduce myself to you and this just ends up to be one of those silly school girl crushes that I forget, or, by some miracle, we end up meeting, be together, and this is one of the crazy stories I tell you of how I wrote a blog about how much I liked you before you even realized that I’ve been the girl you’ve been looking for.
Letters to crushes.
Adorable boy,
I have this daydream where you’ll help me in something school related, and you’ll pretty much save my academic life, and it will be a success. And I’ll tell you that I love you so much at that moment, and you’ll think that I’m just saying that because you helped me, but I’ll really mean it in more than one way. And then I’ll buy you ice cream and tell you how amazing you are. And then I’ll kiss you and you’ll kiss me back, and you’ll taste of chocolate chip cookie dough.
I must say, it’s a rather sweet daydream. Sweeter than that ice cream in my fridge.
I think you should help me turn this fantasy into reality.
Smart girl,
I want to learn to paint so I can paint for you.
I want to learn to sing so I can sing for you.
I want to learn to write songs so they can be about you.
I want to hold art in my hand and control it just so I can create visual metaphors for your beauty.
For now, I will just write to you. We stare at paintings together in museums to find their meanings, and I wish I knew the meaning of us.
Do you think we’ll ever be in a painting? Do you think I will have painted it? I hope that some day you know this is how I feel. Until then, my brain creates hypothetical songs and watercolors for you.
Dear Self,
You’re going to be fine.
Sure you’re a little moody, and a little crazy, and a little unsure of everything you want.
(Being honest, who isn’t?) But you’re fine.
The answers will come. You will understand what you’re supposed to be doing.
You’ll find someone to love. And you’ll figure it out eventually.
You will, and you know it.
In the meantime, keep smiling.
Love, Self
Oljelampa.
BedJump.
En hel blogg med uttråkade människor som vet hur man roar sig. (:
Jag har ett foto på mig och en vän då vi var ensamma hemma hos mig, vi hoppade i min fars och mors säng hela dagarna. Det är nog några av de bästa dagarna jag minns. Hysteriskt roliga dagar. Tyvärr har jag inte fotot på datorn, men sedan är det ju ingen som läser den här bloggen heller. Så det gör nog inte så himla mycket.
Hur som helst, att hoppa i sängar är underbart. Underbart!
