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Reblogged from saywatimean
Wish you were here
Howdy, you can call me Manda. I'm 19 and a freshman in college. Texan all the way. I'm also as straight as a circle :) I love animals, sailing, tennis and chicks. I'm just gonna post whatever comes to mind, yes? yes. And then there were birds. — Fragments; thinking about; I have not been consistent in a long time and even though every single second I am pointed in the direction of escape, I stay. — Staying is a powerful thing. I hope you realize as much. — I am still so fragile in the way that a hurricane is fragile in the way that a tornado is fragile in the way that a tsunami will crash over you then dissipate and sink into the ground kind of fragile. In the way that you eat an apple down to its core but there are still seeds there are always seeds and that means growth. Fragile in the way that being broken again is still something that keeps me up at night. — I am writing this with my eyes closed because I’m trying to trick sleep into coming. — It’s not working. — I don’t even care about dreaming. — Sometimes I feel like I’m going behind your back even though that’s not our agreement. — I keep thinking about your hands a lot. I keep thinking. — There are so many things that I want to say but it dates back to long before you knew me and I’m afraid if I tell you, you won’t believe that I’m telling the truth. How could you? Maybe I’m not telling the truth. — There are so many things that I want to say but I leave them out because I don’t know how you feel and really I could open up and — I leave too many things unfinished and — Tsunamis scare me the most. Think of that wall of water towering over you. These are things I dream about — These are not open letters, these are closed letters that you are going to drive yourself crazy trying to interpret if I’m talking about you or not. Of course I’m talking about you. Reblogged from charlottewithac (via theoryoflostthings)
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