let it rain,
let it snow,
and show the fire beneath,
let it shine,
let it all fall,
our fire will melt it away.

// FACT: People with brown eyes are the most fun and happy. They kiss the best, and will love when not wanted. They always end up falling for people they haven’t known long. They are most hyper and crazy people; you can’t do better then them! Repost this if you have brown eyes.//

seewhatseas:

rainbowpoptart:

ACCURATE.

…..way to accurate, even though I hate my brown eyes.

(Source: noregretsyet, via shithappens-pal)

// my day…//

when i arrived,
i knew he was going to be late,
but i got sad,
i was going to cry,
i forced myself not to though,
it wasn’t worth it,
when i finally sat down,
i didn’t want to see the clock,
so i waited,
it felt like an hour before he arrived,
when he came,
i didn’t think it was him,
he looked so-so- manly,
so different,
so him,
when he walked over,
i pretended to read whatever i was reading,
when he smiled,
i couldn’t resist,
when i touched him,
he moved away,
when i wanted him to smile,
he wouldn’t,
when i gave him a good-bye kiss on the cheek,
he smiled,
but softly,
when i wanted to call,
he wouldn’t,
so I always call,
every single one,
when i was on,
i told him,
but i ALWAYS start the conversations,
when i saw his face,
it cheered me up,
just a tad,
when we were video camming,
he didn’t say “i love you” because only he could hear me,
i had to say it,
when he had to stop,
he didn’t give me the opportunity to hang up,
when i get bored and send him something,
he answers immediately,
and i think to myself,
“That bastard, why did he stop talking to me?”
when i want him,
i know he can’t give me enough,
when i miss him,
and wait for him,
he shows up too late,
but i will try,
and hang on,
as long,
as necessary.

the thing is,
he’ll get tired of me,
and he’ll let go first,
that’s the way i want it to happen,
when it does.

i want to cry over it,
i want to get over it,
i want to be alone,
i want an awkward silence between us,
i want him to hate me,
i want it to be perfect,
like this.

i feel like i’m using you.

hope,

there is no hope,

you can only wait,

and see.

-Pang Lao