#story of my life
How do you do that. How do you see through me and know exactly what’s on my mind. Am I that transparent or not because it’s unnerving and no one’s ever read me like an open book before unless I let them, unless I willingly tell a story of my life
If you command me to do something that I was already planning on doing the chances of me doing that thing automatically drop to zero
(Source: brobecks, via perks-of-being-chinese)
#how my mind works
#story of my life
Sometimes my thoughts get ahead of me so much that I write stuff like:
"I used to think falling in love was all in the head. That it’s just you convincing yourself you’re in love, and if you stop thinking about it it’ll go away. But no, I got it wrong. I never really understood what being in love was like until worrying about you became second nature to me."
Then after I write stuff like this I ask myself who the hell it’s for because you don’t just write something that deep when uninspired, and no matter how hard I search for an answer no one comes to mind. So I stash the words in my journal for future use and decide, “This is for my future boyfriend.”
*hears a song* This is it. this is my theme song. if there were ever a song that would be my theme song, that would completely and entirely describe the essence of Me without leaving anything out and cutting any corners, it would be this song.
*hears another song* this is it. this is my theme song. if there were ever a song that would be my theme song, that would completely and entirely descri
this is an appreciation post for anyone who has ever tolerated me
"One day I just woke up and realized that I can’t touch yesterday. So why the heck was I letting it touch me?"