ooh. woah. wow.

harrystyleslovesyou:

soldmysoultochristoferdrew:

“Wow mom, you were so passionate and funny”

And I’ll be like:

”WOOOOOOOOOOOWW MOM how you hated school”

And I’ll be like:

 

”mother, you were weird …”

and me:

“Mom, why are there so many photos of Dad and his band?”

And I’ll be like:

(via themountainsarecallingme)

Well, the guy who I like. If you decide to read this, read this thoroughly, word for word and don’t stop. You need to read it all to understand. Please just read. I’ve known you since I was 5. I don’t remember the first day we became friends, the first day we went to each other’s houses. The first day we laughed so hard at something we cried. I don’t remember any of these things because those days must have been as good as when we just sat at lunch eating our sandwiches, played a game together, or just talked about random nonsense. I don’t remember them because every day I’m with you, when we get a chance to just hang out with each other, it’s the best day ever. I don’t remember important things about our friendship, I remember silly things like the costume you wore trick-or-treating, or how you ran into a table and fell on the floor laughing, how you used to wander around pretending to be a dog. Those memories are better than any important details. Because the little things matter more. I remember your bird, and how you always let me pat it. I remember when you had a tantrum about you finding my cat and I didn’t say thank you enough, I remember us playing with toy cars outside coffee culture for hours on end. I remember having sleepovers and just talking all night. Why does everything go down hill as soon as we hit puberty? As soon as our bodies crave for more than friendship? You’ve changed. Not a good thing, not a bad thing, you just have. And even though you seem cocky and straight up rude sometimes, I know deep down you are still the little boy who would give me a hug as soon as he saw me every morning at primary. Remember how we used to munch on long grass? And how we said it tasted like carrots. Remember when I first said I liked you? In year 5. That’s when it went downhill for me at least, because truth be told I haven’t stopped liking you since then. I know it’s stupid, I’m silly and you don’t really want to hang out with me that much now we’re older. I get that. What I don’t get is why you can’t be a gentleman about it and tell me up straight? And if you are playing with my heart, if you know, or have the slightest inkling I like you and just dragging it out. Then why? Just save me the future months of jealousy when you’re talking to a friend so easily, when I see you txting and realise you aren’t replying to me because you don’t want to, when we say how we remember everything, yet you still won’t admit if you even like me or not, and if you know I like you, just tell me you don’t feel the same way. It hurts so much and you have no idea. I think I’m over you then I see you and it all comes flooding back. Just that longing for you to turn around and me not to have any problem with actually looking right at you and waving back. I know you might think this totally absurd, but I really, really like you. And it’s hurting me inside because I know you don’t feel the same way, but I just can’t help it. If you ever find this, and then have made it to here, please don’t judge me. Don’t even tell me you’ve read this, just go talk to me when you see me next, just drag me off and talk to me alone for a few minutes. Just tell me you don’t feel the same way, tell me the truth so then I can get over you. Because the more you toy with this the more it hurts me unbearably so. You have no idea. No idea at all. I just want us to be close friends, best friends, so I have the fact that we’re close, we can tell each other a lot of things, but also so I don’t ruin our already fragile friendship. It’s like feast or famine with us, we txt and have this huge conversation, hang out then it stops. No interaction for what feels like forever. I’m being a wuss, I’m being a proper girl, I know. Don’t be mean. I know it’s pussy sharing my feelings and being all “I LOVE YOU, BE WITH ME, KISS ME IN THE RAIN.” I’m not trying to say that at all. I’m saying just talk to me. Tell me how you really feel. Tell me the truth, then just stay in contact more if you want that. Please don’t feel like you’re being put under pressure. You’re not. Just understand that this is how I feel and I can stop it if you tell me you don’t feel the same way. Understand that I can’t control how I feel guy who I like, don’t feel like you need to stay away from me, or be disgusted by me. Just be my friend for once, a true friend like how it used to be. Please, just once be there for me. As a friend - I care for you, I always have since we were 5. And I always will, even if we become distant. Understand that for me. Please.