Out of the mouth come the words of the heart

Sometimes I imagine truly dancing with you.
Would you let me teach you to trust your body?
Release the structure, stop thinking, glide with your heart.
To speak with every move you make, silent song?
The most chivalrous intimacy you can give.
Nervousness, excitement, and your gorgeous smile…
That is perfection.
To be so innocently close, exchanging thought through our pressed palms.
That is where I want to be tonight:
Dancing in your arms.

Today is a new day.

I’ve had an awesome weekend. Please don’t bring me down.

I have the best friends. I miss them so much when I’m gone.

I don’t want to do summer school. I want to be here, with friends, the people that I care about. I want to be here.

Anything could happen.

I don’t know what will happen.

This sucks really bad. Really bad.

Good day + good night = happy girl

Had the greatest night with friends. I missed them all so much. I forgot what it felt like to laugh so hard I couldn’t breathe.

I thought about what you said for a really long time. I want to have a chance with a guy like you. That would admit he made a mistake and make it right, take me out to dinner afterwards, take me home with him and give me a massage, and drive me home without asking for payback for the nice things he did, just like you said you would. I love him so much and it hurts so much. I want someone who’s not going to try to take advantage of my good moods by trying to get into my pants. I want an old school lover who will dance with me even when there’s no music and just be silly. I’m so simple to please. A kiss goodbye on the forehead is so amazing and makes me melt. That simple to please. Holding my hand when there is no one to show off to, and sometimes when there are people to notice. Don’t make me feel like a trophy. I’m sorry I’m ranting. It was a rough night.

I just want to feel loved, not lusted after.

You’ve got some nerve, you know that?
Don’t you realize your anger hurts everyone?
You’re causing your own stress.
I can handle you hurting me.
But don’t hurt my friends.
Hell, you say they’re your friends too.
I think you need to think about what a “friend” is to you.