YOU PEOPLE LIVES UNDER ROCK THIS IS 2014, AND I AM A FUCKING 18 Y.O WHO PAYS MY STUDIES AND SHIT ALONE AND YOU CAN’T SAY I COULDN’T COME OVER TO MY BOYFRIEND’S HOME OFTEN BECAUSE HE CAN’T EVEN COME TO MY HOUSE CAUSE I LIVE WITH MY AUNT AND THERE IS NO PRIVACY THERE. YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT WE ARE DOING THERE, WE JUST TALKING! ABOUT ANYTHING FROM SOME DICKHEAD LECTURERS TO UNIVERSE TO US! AND WE JUST WATCHING MOVIES AND ANIME TOGETHER, WE JUST FUCKING CUDDLE AND MAKE OUT A LITTLE! IS THAT SO WRONG TO YOU!? IT’S NOT WE ARE FUCKING EACH OTHER OH MY GOD.
FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU INDONESIAN! FUCK YOU! I KNOW YOU GUYS FUCKING EACH OTHER BUT YOU SAID THOSE HORRIBLE THINGS TO ME OH GOD FUCK YOU!
I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, Kiss me harder, and You’re a good person, and, You brighten my day. I live my life as straight-forward as possible.
Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.
Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.
But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.
And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.
We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.
We never know when the bus is coming."
— Lewis, Rachel C.. Tell The People You Love That You Love Them. (via splitterherzen)