That Girl You Passed On The Street
There's only 18 things important to me in this world. Above all of them is God. I think, on purpose, for a purpose.I pledge to read the printed word. I drink from the faucet. I'm a professional people watcher.
I came, I saw. I am content.
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Post reblogged from And In That Moment-
I could show you the world, you know. Or at least, I’d try to.
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I was with at least thirty one other people.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt so nervous around people I once called my friends.
It had just become dark outside and the rain started. I watched thirty one people run for cover. I meant to run with them. I honestly had the intention of keeping dry.
But every drop felt so unbelievably refreshing. It was like being baptized. There’s something unbelievably liberating about standing in the rain in nice clothes, up-doed hairsprayed hair, and a make uped face getting ruined.
The feel of my wet hair swinging into my face.
I can’t. It was lovely. -
And I meant it. So what is this whole “you’re my everything, I love you more than anything, you mean the world to me” reply that I get supposed to mean when I ask for a second to breathe and he goes and kisses another girl with in two weeks. I’m supposed to be okay with that?
Well I’m not. I love him so much. And I fucking hate him for it. I fucking hate him.
