Someone who understands I am romance challenged. Someone who knows the scary parts in movies and says hold on,even though they get scared too. Someone who will sing to me even if they are terrible. Someone who will let me kiss them when they talk too much, and won’t get angry when I’m annoyingly awake after vanilla bean frappuccinos. Who lets me call them at all hours of the night. Someone not gay. Someone who remembers the little quirky things, I tell them. Someone who likes apples dipped in peanut butter. Someone who will argue with me, and be difficult, and frustrating. Someone who respects my heritage maybe even thinks it’s interesting. Someone who tries rolling their “R’s”. Someone who’ll let me twirl their hair over and over in little circles. Someone who’ll let me make them tea and pretend to like it. Someone intelligent and strong willed. Someone who gives bear hugs.

strike all that I just want someone who’ll be themselves. And kiss me when I really need it.

me.

(via fuckyeahamazing)

simko:

Rock Paper Scissors by Mark Portillo…

I make so many choices like this :D

(via canadawhore)

Yesterday I spent somewhere around seven hours contemplating telling this kid about my feelings. I spent about three of those seven hours madly hoping that he would talk to me first or that maybe he would notice me out of everyone else or I would come up with something witty and charming to say. None of those things happened I spent the other four hours wishing that I was somewhere else completely. Where stupid teenage hopes come true.