May 2012
Little things please me.
Whether it’d be a cheap ring or a simple letter. My reaction towards it is as big as the big things I receive. It may be small but it has a lot of meaning to it. This little thing tells me that I crossed that person’s mind. That they actually thought of me. Enough, that they’d get a little something.
Jealousy means I actually give a fuck about you.
Don't let a temporary feeling fuck up your life.
I would rather have someone clingy than someone who doesn't give a fuck
I like silent phone calls sometimes.
Where you’re on the phone with someone you care about and you’re both doing your own thing, knowing that the other cares enough to stay on the phone. Sometimes the conversation doesn’t matter, just that they’re there you know?
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Respect is such a big turn on.
Dimples are fucking attractive.
I miss you, come back.
I smile like an idiot when I'm talking to you.
I don't mind if we take our time. I'm all yours if you're all mine.
I notice everything.
And by everything, I literally mean everything. I notice when someone stops hitting me up like they used to. I notice when the way someone talks to me starts changing. I notice the little things that people do, and the little things they used to do. I notice when things change, and when it’s no longer the same. I notice every single little detail. I just don’t say anything.
If a song has a good beat, I'm immediately drawn into listening to the whole song.
That fucked up feeling you get when you go through the same fucking shit as before.
I want to go on a late night adventure with someone.
