“Stop waiting for friday, for summer, for a boy to fall in love with you. Happiness is achieved when you stop waiting for it and make something of the moment you’re in right now.”—e-stablish (via w-ildfires)
It’s when you realized your numb enough not to feel anything.But you want to feel something. You want that fire burning inside you. You want nothing but to feel that certain “feeling” you once had.
It’s when you want to show love but you couldn’t, and you’re so clueless why you couldn’t show it and let that person feel it—-when in fact hedeserves to be treated that way. Even more than that.
No it’s not gone. I’m hoping it’s not. It’s still here with me.
It’s just probably some fickle particle in my mind or a fickle vein in my heart that makes me think this way.
Bring home that old sweet sensation—-that feeling. That certain indescribable bliss and excitement whenever I think of him and all that idea connected to the very idea of him (what?) hmmm.
It’s probably when there’s no answer to an unanswerable question (if that’s still one). Or perhaps some old piece of sh*t going on my mind like a slight sign of paranoia. Or maybe another shot of uncertainty. Or a safe in my heart that’s needed to be unlocked. urghhhh