Just a lost soul searching for meaning in this world, while I wonder hopelessly in love with the world I live. I love to travel, and try new things, I refuse to admit that I am a hopeless romantic, but I really am.

Shot Through The Heart

You finally say those two words that I’ve been waiting to hear for the last three and a half months…missing you…and I’m so happy that you finally said it. But let’s be honest, it’s a shot straight to the heart. Why are you finally saying this? And let’s be real…if I thought that I was finally getting over you, now I’m totally screwed.


Speed: Unknown.


Size: Unknown.


The unholy offspring of lightning and death itself.


Never engage this dragon.


Your only chance,


hide and pray it does not find you.



Nathan Fillion - through the years

Like a fine wine <3

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My What If…

I need you to be the McDreamy to my Meredith. All of the conversations, teaching, drawing, love, and terrible fights. But in the same turn, I want you to be the Auggie to my Annie. Someone that will always have my back, and not question when I make impulsive decisions. I need you to be the Hunt to my Yang. Someone that knows that I’m really fantastic at my job, but will still tell me about how I made the right decision, even if I know it was. I need you to be the Harvey to my Donna. Let me remind, plan, and do things for you, because I know how you tick and you know how I tick.

I need you like I need air, and I hate it. I hate how talking to you makes me hurt and miss you. And I hate how not talking with you makes me feel the same way.
I hate not being in New York with you. Because that hurts too. I hate being in New York with you too, because that hurts just as much as not being there. I hate that you don’t talk with me, even when I see you hurting. And I hate that I just open up the flood gates, and tell you my darkest secrets. 
I hate to remember the long, tight, and loving hug that you gave me 2 months ago, because you didn’t know when we were going to see each other again. And I hate to admit how much I loved that hug. And even when I wanted and tried to pull away, you pulled me closer. And I hate that before I left, you gave me another hug, just like that one.
And I hate that when I walked out, after returning my keys, and spending time with you, that I started crying. And I hate that you can’t say that you miss me. You can say how ‘we’ miss me, or that ‘New York’ really misses me, but not that you miss me. I hate that you are 1,706.92 miles away from me, and I hate that I know that number. I hate that thoughts of you keep me up at night, and I hate that thoughts of me don’t keep you up. I hate how the songs make sense with you, but I know that ‘us’ will never happen. And I hate that when I told you that I needed to video chat with you, you went to a private place, just so that we could have time together. 
I hate that when I told you I won’t be back when I was planning, because my body is revolting, you were’t actually with me to give the hug that you so desperately wanted to give. I hate that when I get back to the city, you will still be with your girlfriend. I hate how much I need you. And I hate that no matter how mad I get, you will always be my what if.

"I can’t make you love me if you don’t."

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"You enchant me even when you’re not around
If there are boundaries, I will try to knock them down”

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