Everything I do, I wonder what you’d think about it.
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Everything I do, I wonder what you’d think about it.
it’s so sick and twisted that I cannot just text M something like “hi, how are you? I’ve been thinking about you lately, I miss you”
pathetic girl in love with her teacher
Throw back to when we took a picture together and she put her arm around me and kept rubbing and squeezing my waist 🙈
i keep saying “who want me”
like bro the psych ward
Normally I'm a possessive lover, but it's so lonely to be in love with someone and not be able to tell anyone. I almost want someone else to be in love with her too so we can hold our breaths together when she walks by and say, God, isn't she so easy to be in love with?
She'd lean in against me, her heady perfume sinking into my lungs— my stuttering heart and the cognac-adjacent smell choking me momentarily.
You're just thinking it was a small thing that happened. The world ended when it happened to me.
I dreamt of her again today. It was weird. She was supervising a class and the only seat left was right beside her. She teased me for not knowing Hindi, and blushed when the teacher called us out for speaking. It almost didn't feel like a dream, it was so casual and bound to reality that I'm a little shocked it will never be.
School has ended, and I will be graduating soon. It has been a year and half since I made this account. And while I must admit I was so excited to leave, I didn't actually realise how heartbreaking it would be — for the first time in fifteen years, Monday has come with no obligation to go to school. The specific instructions not to go to school.
She's leaving in a month and I won't be there to see her go. I'm not ready for her to leave just yet, I still have so much I want to say, to show, to do.
maybe if i pray really hard i'll die in my sleep
Thinking about how soft her mouth would be
she is the most beautiful woman i have ever seen and i just can't stand being away from her
I finally had class with her today, it was a joint session with the langlit batch, so half of us just spent the time texting. I sat at the seat right in front of her, and all of a sudden all I could see was her.
How her throat sounds when she tries to stifle a laugh, or the pretty little freckles dotting her pale neck. For the first time in what feels like forever I got to just look at her. To stare to my hearts content without caring about the proprietary of paying attention.
She's so pretty. Her dark red nails thrumming the table as her eyes get just a little more wide and vivid at a room full of people laughing at her jokes— God she's a beauty.
S was the OG frazzled English woman
I keep seeing her with her hair up. It's chaotic— hair escaping in spikes, claw clip placed precariously. I find it endearing that she obviously did it in a hurry, while trying to overcome the mountain of work she has before she leaves.
I've only seen it a few times in passing. But while walking from class to class, I couldn't help but feel an intense sorrow at the fact I'll never see her so casual and frazzled again.
love in an elevator