Cristin, 20 years young, and my heart is taken. I blog what I feel, and I hold nothing back. My blog is flooded with my thoughts, and all of my favorite things: cuddling, dream catchers, rings, keys, feathers, bows, candles, makeup, nail polish, long hair, headbands, curls, piercings, tattoos, skinny jeans, dresses, heels, flats, Coach, Juicy Couture, Titanic, Kid Cudi, Gossip Girl, Lost, reading, quotes, the color purple, warm weather, tanning, going on vacations, all types of foods, and everything chocolate.
you do this to me every single time. every single god damn time.

half of me is crying out to you, wanting and waiting for you to realize that I’m not okay, and that you need to do something before it’s too late.

the other half of me wants nothing to do with you anymore… 

She won’t call you, you have to call her. She won’t come talk to you, you should go talk to her. She’s not going to let you act stupid and pretend she likes it. You should just be around her. When you’re with a group of friends, she isn’t going to run into your arms no matter how much she wants to. You need to come up behind her and wrap your arms around her, and let her friends get jealous. She loves you more than you can imagine, no matter how much she doesn’t show it. But you boy, you need to show her how much you love her. So she isn’t afraid to show it back.