I miss my boyfriend so much.I want to cuddle him right now.I cant wait another 2 days to see his pretty little face.ahhhh

omg im so tired i could sleep through the apocalypse but its due to so much sex so i dont even care lalalala im so relaxed oh my god.

For the first time I’m really,truly happy,and thats the strangest feeling ever.

Daydreaming is dangerous. I’ve been a daydreamer ever since I can remember and it’s constantly ruining my life. Because there are two part of it: there is the less dangerous,when you are kind of re-living your old and precious memories,and it makes you feel happy because you can see faces you might never see again,and you can feel how you felt that time when you were truly happy.But then,after a little while,you realize that you’ll never get those moments back,that they are gone,just as the people you once loved the most.But this is the less painful type of daydreaming. The very dangerous part is when you’re making up memories,things that never happened,and never will. Meeting someone who once meant the world to you,but you will probably never see again.Or meeting someone new and instantly fell in love. Kissing somebody you could never kiss.Being someone else. These false memories make you feel so…warm inside,so calm,so happy.Like a very good movie.For,like, 5 minutes.Then you have to remind yourself that they are not true and never will be,and it is like breaking your own heart over and over and over again,intentionally. I am hurting myself,ever day, every time I possibly can,just for 5 minutes mesmerizing, false happiness. Daydreaming is my drug,and it is dangerous. But I just can’t help myself.

Oooh goood, I’m still getting these flashbacks from Saturday night,mmmmhhmm I’m just like sitting on the bus getting a flashback and chills and im smiling like an idiot mmmhhhh my god how much I missed this tho.Can’t wait till weekend.

ok so i was watching The Hunger Games again.
and i spot this guy.

in a pretty black and white Converse shoes.
i guess he was prepared to die.in style. 

Sometimes it’s really hard,being part of this whole tumblr community and not liking One Direction at the same time.

I’ve been loving The National for years now,but I only realized how good they really are a few month ago. Matt voice is taking me somewhere else,to a completely different world every time I’m listening them,it’s like I’m just floating away from the real life.I love how every of their lyrics is beautiful and meaningful and mesmerizing and they are making me think,thinking of everything and see things I’d may never see otherwise. I adore the sadness in their songs,like it’s always raining outside and everything is falling apart,and they are able to make all of this beautiful, simple,obvious.Every word which is leaving Matt’s mouth become real and vivid and you can actually see the things he’s singing about.And when he is on stage he is always singing with closed eyes,like he’s singing only for himself,so the song actually becomes him,and I like how awkward he is in the concerts,like he is not a real rockstar type,but he has a gift,a talent,and it wonderful,so he just want to give something from it to the other people,and its just absolutely amazing.

I just love them,okay?

the next time i’ll have sex,when he puts it inside of me i’ll be like shouting: ‘UNEXPECTED ITEM IN BAGGING AREA’ and i swear if he wont laugh i’ll know he is not the one for me.  

in the outside,I’m like

but in the inside:

I don’t know why I’m still watching romantic movies in my bed alone at night.they just make me feel miserable and forever alone. I mean I’m pretty sure I’m going to die alone and that I’m never going to be in love ever.And it’s really suck thing to know.

Okay now I have to go continue rolling in my bed crying.Not that anyone cares.Bye.