my roommate told me not to wait for you, but I can’t help it. from the moment we met we’ve been magnetic. the way your eyes find mine across a crowded room, the way I can feel my heart thudding when our fingers brush - it matters. what I feel matters. it can’t be just me that feels this, but if it is I’ll be completely distraught. because the truth is I’m passed waiting. I’m all in.
and one day you’ll wake up and you won’t be sad. you’ll realize that the sunrise was beautiful and that there isn’t a single person worth the kind of hurt you’ve been carrying with you for so long. the cup of coffee you drink that morning tastes especially sweet, and you find tears falling from your eyes without realizing it on the bus. you’ll understand that this is what it’s like to have moved on, to begin to start being happy again.
i actually feed on intelligence
i love it when people know a lot about a lot of things
about music, films, religion, beliefs, history
i love listening to peoples opinions
i love big words
i want to suck in all these smart things like a sponge
On one thing most physicists agree. If the amount of dark energy in our universe were only a little bit different than what it actually is, then life could never have emerged. A little larger, and the universe would have accelerated so rapidly that matter in the young universe could never have pulled itself together to form stars and hence complex atoms made in stars. And, going into negative values of dark energy, a little smaller and the universe would have decelerated so rapidly that it would have recollapsed before there was time to form even the simplest atoms… .
We are an accident. From the cosmic lottery hat containing zillions of universes, we happened to draw a universe that allowed life. But then again, if we had not drawn such a ticket, we would not be here to ponder the odds."
I’m in that transitory period for my heart moves from one person to the other and it’s hard.
it’s really hard.
having unrequited feelings for someone is nothing new, but finally giving up on them (or trying to) is harder than I thought it would be.
even if it’s to move onto the next great adventure, the next great story of firsts, it’s not like everything you felt for that person suddenly disappears just because there’s someone new in your life.
I think we carry bits and pieces of every moment of longing that we’ve felt for someone, always clinging to them and the good memories that came with it.