If you want me, push me against a wall and kiss my mouth.  If we’re sitting together on a bench or in the grass, casually slide your hands under my shirt and let me feel your warmth on my back.  Let my hands guide your fingers where I want them to go, and never take your eyes from mine the whole time.

If you want me, show me by the way your fingers play with mine whenever our hands brush together.  Give me inviting looks and let your eyes fit entire speeches into the seconds between our conversation.

If you want me, don’t let someone else take me away.  Smile at me each chance you get, and touch my shoulder every now and then.

If you want me, wait until the moment when my eyes seem distant and my face looks blank; come up behind me and whisper all the things you’d want me for.  Right there and then, I’ll decide if I want you too.

I haven't written in this thing like this in a while. I guess it's cause I usually just write in a journal. But once again the topic is you. When will i ever learn? Everytime I do realize that you and me is just blahhh you call and I let you in again. why why why why?

I guess I kinda have a couple theories about this one:

-I always want to give you a second and third and fourth etc. chance because you were my first real boyfriend, and everything else that comes with one.

- I miss the way things used to be and I still want the things we talked about

-I'm a fucking dumbass and just like to be hurt by you

I asked you if you thought you and me would ever become an "us" and you said you didnt know. That wasn't the answer I was looking for...at all. I just want a glimmer of hope.

"im not pushing you away

im just waiting for a grand gesture.

dont tell me you like me, show me you like me.

something… anything."

to be continued...

Tumblr Quotes

 "A lot of bad things are going to happen to you. First off, you’re going to die. So, that said, there’s not much to worry about. No matter what else happens, you really only have two options: you can either handle things well and be happy, or you can handle them poorly and be miserable." (via tumblr)

"That’s just the trouble with me. I give myself very good advice, but I very seldom follow it. "(via Alice in Wonderland)

"I don’t understand, by the way you look at me, why we can’t be together" (via tumblr)

"I wish my words were enough but they aren’t. I wish my smile was enough but it’s not. I wish the things I did were enough but they never were. And I wish on every star and every flame just before it’s gone. Every penny down a well and everytime it’s 11:11. And I wish for the same thing. Every. Single. Time." (via tumblr)

I wish that you would just show up on my doorstep. Not with anything special, just you. And when I’d open the door you’d smile and while I’m trying to figure out what the hell you’re doing here you’d tell me how hard the past months have been, how much you’ve thought about me. And then you’d take me into your arms and ask me to forgive you and I would without hesitation. You would then kiss me long and hard and everything would be perfect again.

Wayne = yucky.

see feb 24th entry if ever disagree.

lemme go throw up cuz i touched up. ew faggotassbitch!