Girls get mocked for liking high heels and lipstick. Girls get mocked for liking sports. Girls get mocked for liking tea and books. Girls get mocked for liking comics books and video games. Girls get mocked for liking math and science. Girls get mocked for liking boys. Girls get mocked for liking girls. Girls get mocked for liking both. What the fuck are we supposed to like? Water? Air? Come on, tell me. I’m dying to know.
That’s what really scares me.
Falling in love is easy. Having sex is easier. But bumping into someone that can spark your soul - that shit is rare.
You could fuck four, five, all the people in a god damned room and you’d only feel a connection with one. Or none at all.
And what sucks is despite the undeniable real magnetic pull between the two of you, more often than not, you don’t end up together.
I’m afraid I won’t meet anyone else I can connect with.
I’m scared it’ll be just you.— Sade Andria Zabala (surfandwrite) | Connection (via ding-ang-bato)
We’re the future Mr. and Mrs.
Every time we talk about our future together, I get this urge inside of me to get married already and settle down with you. But yeah, we’re still young for such things and that we’re not yet ready once we enter that particular stage of life. Still, those scenarios I make in my mind makes me excited even more.
Five to six years from now, we’ll be saying our vows to each other in front of the altar. I’ll promise you to love you forever and ever and share the rest of my life with you. And you’ll promise to be there for me always as my loving partner. And after that, you’re finally mine and I’m yours and literally, we’re husband and wife already. Then we’ll live on the same house and fill that house with laughter and happy memories. We’ll build our own family and we’ll treasure our kids like precious jewels. We’ll watch over them as they grow up and teach them the right way of life and how it goes. We’ll make them God-fearing individuals and we’ll never fail to teach them the real meaning of kindness.
Can’t you feel it? I mean the chills. The excitement. The adrenaline rush. Though I really wanna get married right now, at this moment, with you, I have to tell myself that it isn’t the right time. We still have a lot of dreams to catch first before we can settled down. I guess right now, let’s just pretend that we’re husband and wife.
Are you quiet when you need to be loved? Or do you raise your voice into a lion’s roar? Will you nudge yourself into my hips? Will you bite my shoulders and say ‘I need you to love me harder today’? Are you softer in the mornings? Which side of the bed do you like to take? Do you sprawl yourself out and steal the covers? Do you sleep naked? Do you take your coffee black? In the summer, do you flip the pillow and sigh when your cheek touches the cold side? Do you keep the windows open at night? If so, how? Aren’t you scared of monsters? Do you know that I’m scared of everything that lives in the dark? Are you aware that sometimes I get so nervous I forget how to move my feet? Can you be patient? Can you be gentle? Do you know how? Is there a quiet war raging inside of you? When you curl your fists and raise your chin, are you donning your armour? Can I help? Can I fight all of your demons with you? I won’t shy away from them, not if it would make you happy. Do you know that I’d stand in the dark in an empty room for you? Do you know that I trust you’d never ask that of me? Do you know that I don’t flinch when you cup my face? Even though if you so much as twitched too hard you could break me? Isn’t this what trust looks like? Isn’t it how I am always skin and emotions for you? Isn’t it saying ‘I love you more today than I did yesterday, but it was a whole lot yesterday’? Listen, do you feel safest when you’re holding yourself together? Do you think someday you can let that go? Will you let me take the pieces of you and keep them close? Can you let me love you? Will you learn how to? It doesn’t matter, I’ll wait.— Azra.T “34 Questions” (via ding-ang-bato)