I'm Anna, 18, New Zealand. Here lies a bunch of shit I love :P Idealist, binge watcher, all about that camping and travelling life. Gay as fuck~ Talk to me and we can be best buds :)
She doesn’t kiss me on the mouth anymore ‘cause it’s more intimate, than she thinks we should get. She doesn’t look me in the eyes anymore, too scared of what she’ll see, somebody holding me. When I wake up all alone and I’m thinking of your skin, I remember, I remember what you told me. Said that we’re not lovers, we’re just strangers with the same damn hunger to be touched, to be loved, to feel anything at all…
It is true that the first kiss and these pure lovely emotions connected with it will never happen again. This feeling of first love will never be forgotten, but unfortunately will never return again… And though there will surely be so many more kisses, dates and hugs in our lives, this unbelievable excitement of being over the moon usually happen only once.
I’m afraid I’ll never finish college. I’m afraid I’ll finish college with student loans I can never pay back. I’m afraid I’ll get a degree and won’t be able to find a job in that field. I’m afraid I’ll get a degree, get the job I dreamed of, and hate it.
A Mental Illness Happy Hour listener whose list of fears matches mine four for four. Glad I’m not the only one.
(via bl-ossomed)