beach time
daaammmnn girl are you the sun cuz you need to stay about 92,960,000 miles away from me
More you might like
And by nightfall, a whirlwind of thoughts invade my memory. The certainty that one day will love me is reverberating in my mind. I begin to wonder it would be like if you were here: you wake up in the morning, wake me with a kiss on the forehead, desiring to have the best day by my side, we would spend the day together walking on a beach, just us, feeling the sand, Breeze, watching the sun rising from the ocean, listening to the regular sound of sea waves, birdsong in the morning, feel your hug and look your smile, and with the whole emphasis of the world would say: he’s mine, and in the evening having dinner outdoors looking the brightness of the stars and the Moon flickering in the sky. (But then comes that feeling that makes me believe that all such imaginations are in vain, that makes me go back to reality. You’re there, you might not even remember most of my existence. Oh if you only knew how much I’ve been thinking about you, how much I still love you…) And all of a sudden a flurry of tears begin to descend, the kind that looks like your world is falling; and then go to sleep, hoping to dream of you.
Today at work was awful.
I woke up late and then I had to work on the beach which is hell and I did a beach delivery and forgot the receipt and it was like 18 streets from the restaurant and so I had to go all the way back and then I got really home sick and then my sister texted me and then I told her about it and she was like aww I miss you too and long story short she made me cry so then I had to walk the beach so I walked around and didn’t even attempt to talk to people cause I was miserable and then I did another beach delivery and the beach tag lady gave me a hard time and then I broke my sunglasses and I got home and all 5 of my little cousins are down and they were all in my bed and being obnoxious and such and all they do is fight with each other. So yeah. Rant over.
Does the sun ask itself, “Am I good? Am I worthwhile? Is there enough of me?” No, it burns and it shines. Does the sun ask itself, “What does the moon think of me? How does Mars feel about me today?” No it burns, it shines. Does the sun ask itself, “Am I as big as other suns in other galaxies?” No, it burns, it shines
Andrea Dworkin (via princess-opal)
- me at restaurants: is there wi-fi
- me at the mountains: is there wi-fi
- me at the beach: is there wi-fi
- me at family parties: is there wi-fi
- me at school: is there wi-fi
- me in hell: is there wi-fi
- me at restaurants: is there wi-fi
- me at the mountains: is there wi-fi
- me at the beach: is there wi-fi
- me at family parties: is there wi-fi
- me at school: is there wi-fi
- me in hell: is there wi-fi
Me at school: I hate you. Why must you people be so stupid?
Me at cheerleading: you all act so different around other people. Ew.
Me at dance: you people are weird. Don’t touch me.
Me at home: where the fuck is my laptop? I need tumblr.
Perks of dating me:
•you get to be the hot one
•you don’t have to worry about me cheating cause that would require more than one person to find me attractive and I kinda don’t leave my house
•you can touch my butt
•you can kiss me whenever you want, ya feel me?
•I’ll buy you food
•a lifetime supply of cuddles
•I give massages without realizing it
•I laugh at my own jokes so you don’t have to
•I’ll make you cookies
•I sleep a lot (not much work for you)
•I know how to make like 6 different types of Mac and cheese
•movie nights. Need I say more?
•you don’t have to worry about me being taller than you when we go out. I’ve yet to get past 5 foot.
•I do laundry
•boobs
•I like football and basketball
•flexibility bitches
•I don’t wear makeup. What you see is what you get.
•you won’t be single
•I’m a fast texter
•I shave my legs a lot cause it feels cool
•i plan to be rich someday so uhh idk why I’m still listing things. I shouldn’t still be single at this point.
I need a girl.
I need a girl who I can proudly call mine. Someone who’ll treat me right, and not judge me for my past. Someone I can buy flowers for and take on dates. Someone who’ll give me a different outlook on life. Someone to cuddle with when the nights are cold and to be their crying shoulder. Someone who makes me feel wanted and can make me laugh until I’m crying. I need a girl that’ll let me love her. Because when I love, I love with all I’ve got.
- Mr. Bean: TO DA BEACH.
- Me: what he said.
ankyans