I want to kiss her.
Not because I want to feel the softness of her fair lips or the warmth of her breath as she exhales against me.
I want to kiss her because I can’t think of any other way to fully express the beauty that she is. I want her to know that I see her as perfect. That she is perfect.
…because people who talk about their dreams are actually trying to tell you things about themselves they’d never admit in normal conversation. It’s a way for people to be honest without telling the truth.
note to self: don’t fall for jerks or straight girls
Try not to feel jealous about things, or people or places. It’s toxic. Just keep living. You will find your happiness.
Sometimes you need to burn bridges to stop yourself from crossing them again.
went to a friend’s party and left early because i have a mandatory field trip to the botanical gardens in the morning. sometimes i love my ethnobotany class, sometimes i hate it.