“Time has a wonderful way of showing us what really matters.”
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Every question I asked, it like playing with fire. The answer scorches, or burns. I feel lousy.
YOU FEEL AWKWARD WHEN YOU'RE:
- Metres away from your ex who is with someone else
- Sometimes, just near your ex because of the past
- Talking/bitching about someone who is unoticably behind you
- Trying to hide something from someone but they keep insisting that you’re wrong
- With your boyfriend/girlfriend and everyone around you watches everything you’re doing
- In a group and it’s plain old silence, no conversation whatsoever
- Walking into a couple making out
- Staying with someone who is having a tough time, maybe crying.. and you just don’t know what to say or you say something totally wrong
- A guest in your friends house and your friend decides to fight with their parents or siblings in front of you
- Accusing your friend of something and you find out that they didn’t even do it
- Told ” i told you so”
- When you have no comebacks, when you don’t know what to say
- singing in front of your friend and you sang exactly at the wrong part or you forgot the lyrics
- Hearing your friend doing the above
- Hearing your friend who thinks their good at singing when really .. their not
- Watching your friend who thinks their good at dancing when really .. their not
- Thinking that your friend can’t hear you because their listening to their i-pod.. but they really can hear you
- Trying to look at someone in the eye but you JUST have to look somewhere else
- Telling a joke but either it’s so dry or no-one gets it and everyone just thinks your retarded
- Answering your friend but you didn’t notice their listening to something else or talking to someone else
- Playing a song on an instrument and you play really off tune or no one knows the song
- On a high and everyone thinks your completely weird
- Trying to hear what a person is saying but you have to make them repeat over & over again.
- Looking at someone, Checking them out.. and they catch you doing so
Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being “in love” which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.
Ya this is awesome I'm going back to tumblr again (didn't really post there these few days D:)
I guess I found my favourite tumblr - meelissa. Cute. Purpose of this post? Join tumblr too. You get to laugh at stuff like.....
Ok fine this is lame. Homework now.
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