thatkindofgirl

I live on a slippery slope and for some reason I can't stop doing rain dances.

I’ve met a boy.

I really doubt this is going anywhere but I want to keep track of it just in case. 

We met last Saturday, introduced by my friend Johnathan. We talked about Sleeping with Sirens and other pop punky bands (of course, right?) and then I had to leave. 

I told Johnathan I was into him and he, being the piece of shit friend he is (I’m kidding, that’s something we joke about) , told him what I said. POS. 

And I saw him again by coincidence tonight.  He followed me home to make sure I was safe. We didn’t get to talk much, but he was obviously flirting with me. He gave me his number. Anyway. Good talk.

This is awkward as fuck~~~~

I want to spend October with you, because it’s
my favorite month and happens during my
favorite season. I wish we could aimlessly
walk around a forest and with each leaf that
falls from the branches above, we fall a little
more for each other too. While hand in hand
we can crave the smell of warm coffee and
cinnamon muffins on a chilly morning, we
could feel the autumn breeze brush against
our skin and the goose bumps we get, we
won’t be able to tell if it’s from touching each
other’s skin or from the wind being too cool.
When we lay in bed you’d have the hardest
time moving an inch away from me, because
I’d want to be skin to skin every minute.
These lonely summer nights without you make
me crave the fall, and crave the season of
death in the hopes that maybe this loneliness
would die too, and you’d appear by my side.
I can’t tell if I love the night too dearly, or
hate it too passionately. I think I’d adore
it if I got to sleep next to you every evening,
and I think that I’d enjoy the sunset more
watching it hit your face than actually
seeing it say goodnight. I just crave to
spend time with you, I do.

i.c. // October (via delicatepoetry)

this is fucking beautiful

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(via eleganteditor)

…because nerds like us are allowed to be unironically enthusiastic about stuff… Nerds are allowed to love stuff, like jump-up-and-down-in-the-chair-can’t-control-yourself love it. Hank, when people call people nerds, mostly what they’re saying is ‘you like stuff.’ Which is just not a good insult at all. Like, ‘you are too enthusiastic about the miracle of human consciousness’.

John Green (via feellng)

fucking john green

Anonymous asked: Your blog is shit. Its literally random pictures. Learn about a fucking theme, honey.

Thanks, man. I’m not really a “concept” or “theme” blogger, so I don’t need a specific theme. This blog is more of a personal blog, assuming you’ve never to take the time to actually analyze my blog. But your opinion is super appreciated. 

Much love. 

I’ve spent my 18 years of life trying to be okay with the fact that humans fade in and out of each others’ lives. No matter how I think about it, I can’t make it sound romantic or poetic. To those who have already passed through my life and to those who eventually will: I love you. I miss you. The back door will always be unlocked if you ever feel like coming home.

I hate this constant battle. It’s like making friends is setting yourself up for failure, right? But I think getting to see tender moments in another person, where they’re completely vulnerable is so worth the heartache that comes with losing them. 

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I really have a problem with our youth.

So, we hear studies about how stressed out we are as teenagers and how things are so much harder nowadays, specifically for high school students… Do you think the work load is getting harder is the morale of our youth slowly declining? 

I’ve taken AP and honors courses through high school, sitting comfortably at 16th in my class. It’s hard. I won’t deny that or pretend it’s easy to make myself look better. But I think it’s worth it. Forgive the overused excuse, but it builds character. It teaches teens that life is hard. You have to work to come out on top. 

Stop complaining about your schoolwork. Stop complaining about how stressed out you are, because I promise it’s in your head. Suck it up and move on with your life. That is the only way this generation is going to rise above the assumptions that weigh on us all the time.