fran

21 intp hopeless romantic but also cold-hearted and cruel

[frankymca]

hi, i love you, have a great day, you’re beautiful, stay hydrated, brush your teeth, get some rest, you’re doing amazing and i am proud of you.

[frankymca]

his favorite songs is the one i always listened to when i was still with you. the one you asked me about when we were in my car making out leaving no room for jesus because “you’re only 18 once”.

the one our favorite actor posted a cover of on tiktok and we couldn’t stop listening to his 30 second version.

i hate this song now.

i tried to give it a new meaning, a new person to connect with and a new voice singing the words. but whenever this song plays, i still see your sundress in my car, i smell your perfume laced with weed, and i feel your lips on mine.

and im left wondering if you still think about me too? and when my soul embarks, will you follow me into the dark?

[frankymca]

Remembering the way your eyes met mine is something I never want to forget. Yet, there's this nagging fear that if I hold onto it too tightly, I might be closing the door on falling in love forever.

[frankymca]

Believing in God shouldn't bring misery; it's meant to evoke a sense of greatness and boundless possibility. Yet, I find myself ungrateful and doubtful of the attainability of my desires. Am I thinking too big or too small? Are my wishes too surreal, or are my prayers too quiet?

I deserve happiness, and my faith was meant to guide me toward it. However, it often feels as if my sins are unforgivable, and years of discredit can never be undone. Why does believing in God seem to amplify the weight of my mistakes rather than offer solace and redemption?

[go-catch-a-chickn]

matteo florenzi smoking in his grandpa clothes is very personal to me

[frankymca]

good thing im writing my bachelors dissertation about matteo so i can look up pics of him anytime i want and im still being productive

[frankymca]

A reason, a season, a lifetime

People are in your life for one of three things. A reason, a season, or a lifetime.

When I started seeing guys from the internet, they were a reason. To get out of my comfort zone, to live in the moment, to realize the beauty i carry. Most of them are questionable people with bad personalities, but I’m glad I’ve met them because they made me feel a little less pathetic for a day or two. I didn’t care for them enough to be a season bare a lifetime, but each and everyone has taught me a little life lesson, even if they don’t know that.

I really wanted you to be a season. Between us, I really wanted you to be a lifetime.

I felt easy around you, comfortable and for the first time in forever, I didn’t fear to meet you. You were more than a fun little distraction, you made me want to be alive.

With your last kiss I begged the universe for more. I kept telling myself that it’s right person wrong time and we will meet again in a year from now, both in much better places financially and academically, and we will meet again, accidentally, and go out for a coffee and a chat and this time, the right time, we will fall in love.

Now that the adrenaline washed off, I know this will not happen, or maybe it will, but whatever outcome it brings, I am going to be alright.

I wanted you to stay in my life because you inspire me to be a better person and because you gave me clarity about my future. I had a mere plan about what to do after university and maybe it would work out, or maybe it wouldn’t, and maybe I’d be 30 and still living with my parents. Now I know what I want to do. Thanks to you, I know what I want to do!

I really want to see you again, I really want to make this work, I really want you to be a lifetime, but for now you are a reason, the best reason yet, and for now, that’s more than I ever expected.

[frankymca]

I have read a million romance books and stories where the love interest kisses the protagonist to stop them from outsmarting the love interest or simply rambling about nonsense.

I always thought that’s a little weird. Mainly because I am stubborn and wouldn’t let a kiss stop me from getting my point across, but other aspects puddle up as well.

That was, at least, until you kissed me for sharing unnecessary funfacts that no one asked about.

I talk a lot when I’m nervous, and you make me so incredibly nervous in the best way possible. It was only a matter of time until I’d have this happen to me, but I never thought I could miss something so badly, that I put away as weird just a week ago.

[frankymca]

forehead kisses are far more intimate than kisses on the lips and guys just don’t understand that (got ghosted by a dude that gave me forehead kisses)

[frankymca]

you ruined my day. and you don’t know that because i don’t even cross your mind.

[frankymca]

I heard your song in the supermarket the other day and I can’t stop thinking about you since.

These days, I don’t think about you often, but your voice through the speakers will never not make me reminisce the past.

I’m your age now, which is wild to think about. When I was sixteen I thought you must have your life together, right? Because you’re in your 20s with a job, a dream, and a way.

Now I know this wasn’t true.

Some days I still miss you, and I guess in a weird way I will always miss you a little.

For the most time, I wanted you to miss me too, but now I know I’ll be fine if you don’t.

You were my first serious crush, I was just the girl on the other side of the screen.

You know what’s funny? I know you wanted me because I reminded you of your best friend and the girl you couldn’t date because she’s way out of your league. If I had a nickel for every time this happened to me, I had two nickels, which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice, right?

I’ve grown and changed a lot since we last talked and in the most platonic way possible, you would love the person I am today. Not in the slightest am I a good person, but I’m happy, I found my place and peace and I pursue my dreams.

For a while I wanted you to hate who I turned out to be. I guess just because it’s easier to live a life without you if I knew you’d hate me anyways, or because I’m petty.

I know in another life and under different circumstances we are the best of friends. And I hope in this life, we are each others happy memories.

[frankymca]

has whoever put jatp in the 30 Minute Laughs category watched the same show than i did? cause i sure as hell cried my eyes out (especially ep8)

[frankymca]

you never told her about me because you knew it’d be wrong.

and if you knew, why did you do it?

[frankymca]

i don’t want you to be the first person that shows up when i share something on my phone. and i don’t talk to enough people for this to change anytime soon.

[frankymca]

You think hope keeps you alive, when really, hope is what’s killing you slowly and painfully. The moment you know it’s over, you shouldn’t be sitting there waiting for more. You’ve been shot, you’re already dead. Do you want to bleed out slowly just to dodge another bullet, or, get shot by the truth again right then and there?

I know that I’m always hoping for a better ending. We all are, but it’s hard to admit when you know how the story will end. With or without hope.

When you turn your phone on do not disturb because it gives you another few hours of hope before you realize you did not receive that text you’ve been waiting for.

When you’re taking the long way for a few extra minutes of not having to face the issue.

When you don’t pick up the phone on the first ring because there’s a few seconds of hope before you hear what you’ve been dreading.

The moment you know you’re just bearing it out, you’ve lost already, and you know that. But it’s never easy to give up on the things we want, so we’re letting it eat us alive and call it hope because what if it does change our story? But what if it doesn’t and we’re out here wasting our time on an ending thats already set in stone?

[frankymca]

You ruined me.

Because before you, I thought I was unlovable. I wasn’t desirable or worth to be appreciated and i was never going to the person that made someone smile at their phone or laugh at their texts.

You made me feel worthy of someone’s time and like you could actually genuinely like me.

You didn’t. You ran away the first chance you got. And I’m here, just waiting for you to tell me that it’s you, but you’ve sorted it all out now and you’re ready to be in love with me.

I know it’s pathetic and not worth the wait, but you’re the only person on this planet that ever wanted to kiss me and touch me and told me I looked pretty.

And I will never be able to stop thinking about it.

[frankymca]

im supposed to be better off without you, so why do i miss you and your name on my screen and your touch on my body and you lips on mine and your stupid smile and the way you laugh after you make a ridiculous joke and your voice when you talk about something you like and everything else you have

[frankymca]

i was risking so much just to tell my mom the truth about you, and for what?