A friend of mine once said that to love is like eating Cheetos on a hot summer day with Kevin Love.

Now, friends, I’ve never been in love, but I can imagine that eating Cheetos unashamedly with a good looking basketball player would be as close to love as you can get.

Sometimes when I tell my dad goodnight he wishes me the same, and then he tells me he’ll miss me. 

I think that is the sweetest response. The word “sweet” doesn’t even do it justice. It just amazes me when he does things that make me realize how much I love him, more than I already do. 

I don’t know a lot about a lot of things, but I know what I feel, and I know who makes me happy.

I love my best friends more than I knew I could love any stranger. Because that’s what friends are ultimately—people that just happened to walk into your life. What I did to deserve such company, such genuine love, is beyond me.

I’m definitely really good at falling in love with ideas because you were such a beautiful one.

I don’t know how people cope through a divorce. I mean this person was a part of your life and you loved them. Whether or not you do now, you did at some point and there are wedding pictures and cake smearing and hands intertwined and an important promise.

It’s not even like you can just get rid of all the pictures and all the memories. It’s not like you can just forget. It must feel so empty. Worse than that.

"Your love is what it was that had me feelin’ buzzed."

“Alive,” The Black Eyed Peas

I will fall in love with you if you are genuine in your unconventional word usage in normal conversation.

I’m a sucker for that quirky shit.

Sometimes I wonder why I have a hard time showing affection and it’s not like I had a damaging childhood. I had the best childhood. I was raised I think in the best way. 

So it must just be me then. It’s not that I have commitment issues, I don’t think. Because I honestly wouldn’t mind it, it’s ideal actually, but I just don’t want to waste my time. I’m afraid of people wasting my time. I’m afraid of fickleness. I’m afraid of showing too much commitment when they feel less. I’m afraid of feeling more when they feel less. I’m not going to jump off a cliff if you don’t want to, too.

I’m also really good at running away. And then I’m “uninterested,” but really I’m just freaked the fuck out and it would be cool if people could read my mind and get this and follow me and tell me to stop being an idiot because it’s hard to stop.

nachobitchy replied to your post: The feeling of wishing you could just throw up applies to more things than just hangovers.

Are you in love?

Haha, what a question. I truthfully don’t know what that is or how it feels. But this, this is nice. It’s the unsuspecting and unfamiliar feeling with someone, when you’re just trying to figure them out. Sideways glances followed by little smirks, awkward run-ins, hellos followed by some meaningful conversation. Genuine laughter. It’s the most fun, embarrassing, and nerve-wracking part of the whole process. All I can say is I can’t wait to see him.

“Love you, too.”

Empty words that tumble out of my mouth involuntarily once you initiate the prerequisite phrase. Even though I’m so lost in the black and red world of anger that I can’t even look at you as I walk away.

Even though they’re true.

I say it because I know it’s true and I’ll regret the petty voiceless girl who stood in front of you that morning.