Paramore - Hello Cold World. This song could be taken as depressing but oddly enough it puts me in a ‘go out and make things happen’ kind of mood =)
I’ve been wanting this as my first tattoo for years now… It’s funny how one word can mean so much to someone; that’s what that word means to me, more than anyone could know :)
(Source: taking-out-my-freak-tonight)
That’s it, I need to start doing two-a-days again :)
Honesty is simply the key to everything <3.
I can’t help but admire the sparkle in your eyes as you sit across from me, smiling ear to ear. I’ve never been fond of brown eyes, but yours; yours were as if I could see right through them, willingly showing me your soul. When you spoke you always spoke with a smile. Maybe it was nerves or maybe just simple happiness; but your smile got me every time. Your dimples showed your true happiness, your true smile. They left you seeming vulnerable and innocent. The way your eyes and pearly whites came together, I can’t fathom the words, there’s no way I could even begin to explain, I was left in awe. You were always so guarded, and I was the same; but with each other it was as if we were the only two people who existed. You made conversation easy; there was never an awkward moment or a glimpse of silence that filled the room. Just the exchanging of words and secrets, all of which emerged and erupted without hesitation. Neither of us had ever shared our thoughts with anyone outside the silence within us, until this very moment with each other. This very moment of comfort and warmth didn’t make either of us question why until now we were able to do so. You can’t deny something that feels so right.
Although the level of comfort was there, it made us both antsy looking for all the right things to say without stumbling on our words. Neither of us was great at hiding it though. I could always tell when you got nervous, but I never understood how you could get nervous around me, I was nothing compared to you; yet I could always tell. When you would start playing with your hands, as if not knowing what to do or what to say; that’s when I knew.
As you took a sip of your coffee, I couldn’t help but admire your essence and beauty. The sunlight hit your head bringing out the lightness of your dark brown hair. To be across from you, to experience your being; was a privilege. The darkness had overcome the skyline, but not before we caught the sunset from the patio of the outside café. As much as I wanted to stay and talk with you aimlessly for hours about nothing, and everything; we both knew this night had to come to an end eventually. We sat for a while not saying anything. By then my heart was pounding out of my chest, you were playing with your hands more than ever now.
Looking me dead into my eyes with sadness, I unwillingly exclaimed, “I guess it’s time to go now”. Of all the words in the world and that’s what I came up with, “really” I thought. A breeze came across the café and I brushed my hair out of my face, not letting my eyes lose sight of yours. Questionably I reached across the table, my heart in my throat. I stared at your hands then back up at you, placing both of my hands on top of yours; oh the courage it took me to do that. But I didn’t want to go, nor did I want to leave you. Why would my lips talk of time when all of my time I had I wanted to spend with you. All I knew was I had to do something to hang on to this very moment, and that is what I did.
I bit my bottom lip, not knowing what to say or what to do now, just simply holding onto your hands not wanting to let go. Your nerves had came to a calm when my hands touched yours, but you could tell I was anything but calm. That smile, there it was. God that smile, it came across your face the second we touched. You looked down at our hands, mine on top of yours, and then looked back into my greenish blue eyes, as if reading my every thought. Still smiling you leaned across the table and whispered in my ear what we were both thinking. All our nerves and doubts drifted into the night sky as you whispered, “I don’t want this night to end.”
(Yes, I did write this myself. No, it’s not fully related to my life, only to an extent; but mainly not related.)
