Tell me about this person. Say whatever comes to your mind about them
he’s a very clever boy. he’s like, genius. he’s also probably reading this right now… he’s indifferent about most things. he has his soft sides. sometimes. only sometimes. he’s very interesting because he’s not very predictable. you can’t really figure out what he’s going to do next. it’s almost impossible, but makes it fun kinda. he makes me happy, sometimes. sometimes he’s zoned out. i like to think that i know so much about him even though it’s like all fresh and new with us… he’s very fun to talk to… i like teasing him (although it never works)… sometimes i feel like his opinion is so fickle of me… and it could like change overnight… which is not a good feeling. i can tell him anything… this is a bit cliché… but it’s true… he understands… more than anyone i know. you know when you just want to know more about someone and want to make them feel special sometimes and want to tell them about all the good and bad things that happen in your life and want to listen to their stories in return not having to think about all the things sometimes humans need to think about like leaving and goodbyes and all that crap. sigh.
Who's 'this person', and 'this book'?
straight up who? i can’t reveal.. i can tell you traits if you want though.. what do you want to know about that person?
i was reading eragon but i paused for multiple reasons, and i started reading a book called thirteen reasons why, by jay asher. i got it for my birthday, so i thought i’d give it a read.
What goes on in your mind?
recently it’s been this person. and this book. and this person again. and art history. and magritte. and malevich. and that talk i had today. and this person. and this thing i’m writing…
"As for you and your heart and the things you said and didn’t say, she will remember them all when men are fairy tales in books written by rabbits."
What do you do when you thought things were planned out but everything disappears and you feel lost, whats the deal with those broken hearts?
I wish I can give you an answer, and I wish I knew what I’d do in those situations… I’d be lying if I said I don’t know what you’re talking about too because I’m going through something similar at the moment. I hate to say this and I wish I didn’t have to… but people leave. As much as you’d want, or even sometimes need, them to stay, they will leave. Sometimes they come back… you can hope for them to come back, but don’t expect them to… you need to learn to expect less as not to get disappointed. I wish I could… it’s the only way. Sometimes people come into your life and turn it upside down…
“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless—it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.”
I say you should talk to someone about this. If you don’t want to talk to that person, you know I’m up for any conversation even if you remain anonymous. But you definitely need someone…
