I really obsessed with indonesian girl. I hope I can find one
"Our love is Legion" or "Our Legion is love" I heard this phrase and I don't know where its from...now its driving me crazy...
(nonsensical word vomit) That day, one month and fourteen days ago, when I told S I had feelings for him, I had no expectation for the feelings to be mutual. Absolutely none. Zero. I was actually half-prepared for us to stop being friends, because I thought that what I was going to tell him would make him feel uncomfortable. But for some reason, he told me he feels the same way. And I couldn’t believe it. I still can’t believe it, because, well, I’m just me. I’m not special or extraordinary or talented or anything. I mean, I can’t even speak for god’s sake. But somehow he saw me and he said “Yup, that awkward, silent, nightmare-having, anxiety-fueled, traumatized mess of a boy? I like him.” And I feel so unbelievably lucky. I’ve had crushes before. But never close to anything I feel for him. Only S has made me feel like my heart is bleeding because I love him so much that it hurts. Only S has made me feel like my hands are sparking with electricity when he holds them. Only he has made me feel like everything that isn’t him is a muted blur in my peripheral vision. Nobody else. Not any of the people I once was attracted to. And if my love for them was a fish tank then my love for him is the ocean. And if my love for them was a seed in the ground then my love for him is a forest. It doesn’t stop growing. Every moment I’m with him I find something new that I love. His laugh, his smile, the way he looks to the side when he’s embarrassed, the way his shoulders drop when he sighs, the moments I catch him humming to himself, the way he can ask a question with only his eyes, the way his hair sticks out in weird places when he’s woken up from a nap, the way he speaks to his parents. Everything. Everything. His posture, the way you can see all the different shades of dirty blonde when you run your fingers through his hair, the way his heart sounds when you press your ear against his chest, the way he traces swirls on my palm when we’re holding hands. He is both the source of my happiness and the one I want to share it with. I remember one day, a long time ago, back when I didn’t even know his name yet, everyone had to evacuate the school due to a fire drill. It was raining a little. I was sitting down on the sidewalk curb watching the rest of the classes file out of the building. And then his class came out. He was surrounded by a group of friends, and they were all laughing because he’d stepped in a giant puddle and his entire left shoe was soaking wet. He was laughing, too. He looked so happy about something so unfortunate. I didn’t understand it at all, but it was entertaining to watch, entrancing, even. That’s when a girl sat down next to me and asked me what I was looking at, and I remember suddenly feeling seriously lonely and stupid, but I didn’t really know why. I didn’t even know his name back then. Looking at him shouldn’t have affected me like that. But it did. And it scares me, it terrifies me how much I care about this one person. Not only because we are so young and anything could happen within the next two or three years, but also because I feel as if my heart has been stitched together with his, and the only way to ever separate it would be to rip it apart. There would never be an easy way to for me to stop loving him. There would never be a painless way for me to say goodbye. No way that wouldn’t leave me bleeding and feeling like part of me was missing. And for that reason I worry sick and my heart cries when I think about all the things that could happen. I trust him. I absolutely do. He has yet to give me a reason not to. The mere idea never even crossed my mind for more than a couple seconds. I worry about things that are not within our control. It’s hard to imagine a future where he isn’t there. That’s the trap in finding something to live for, everything else seems lifeless. I am in love with him. It’s as simple as that. Simple and complicated, as most things are.
I wanna date a japanese guy. I think they're all faithful and they respect women.
Donald Trump is my hero. He defends interests of the White race better than anyone else.
I work so hard I can never depend on anyone to provide for me but myself just like my namesake which means provider. But yes right now im tired due to high pressure/accountability job...and worried sick of my love who just got into military...last correspondence be so sweet though..I am his last leaf as it seems and that alone makes me happy
I miss you...I miss you nae namchin. Please stay alive..continue living..I miss you so much
where are hubby I have too much to tell you and share with you
Sometimes I think he will leave me already. Sometimes I feel like he would stop talking to me or got tired of me. But then I remember that he had flied and travelled thousand miles for me and to see me. Patiently waited me everyday for hours. Go out even if he is not feeling well and he is the guy who would do something to make you smile. He may not be a flower and chocolate type of guy but he is so sweet.
I miss her body really bad wish she would sit on my face and be all crazy for a whole night.