Emily; 21; College Student. Jersey. Music. Friends. Family. Camp. Boys. Hakuna Matata :) This is a collection of my thoughts and emotions. Welcome to my own little world. Once a ΦΣΣ, Always a ΦΣΣ
i love physical touch. like not even kissing and stuff just like. sitting next to each other with our arms touching or our legs overlapping or walking next to each other with our arms brushing i love knowing im real i love existing with people i love it
Be soft, kind and loving. But also take nobody’s shit.
when you leave your three year old brother in your room with your mac.
I’ve found that growing up means being honest. About what I want. What I need. What I feel. Who I am.
Tell her not to get upset
Second guessing everything, you said and done
And then when she gets upset tell her
How you never meant to hurt no one...
And I understand. I understand why people hold hands: I’d always thought it was about possessiveness, saying ‘This is mine’. But it’s about maintaining contact. It is about speaking without words. It is about I want you with me and don’t go.