#projectiheart

[prettyridiculousthings]

Paris...

It couldn’t have been more perfect. I still love every moment spent in your company. I still love you. That thing you told me not to do. I’ve aired it out since your return. I cannot, not spend time with you - that can’t happen. I still need you actively in my life...even if you don’t need me.

My mother may have been your first crush, first love - but you - you’re mine.

Does it ever fade, Chamant?

Does it ever go away?

I’m really trying, but I find myself adding another scrap of paper in Dèsirs, one that says:

I want to be the girl you stop an elevator for and share a kiss. Just a kiss.

- Pretty

[quietpartsloud]

I've got my eye on you. That phrase used to make me laugh. Laugh, until I met you. You've turned my world on its ear. How did accepting your flier lead us here?

It was your smile. I told my dad, "I got hung up on his smile." Then it was your laugh. I liked your look and your sense of humor complimented mine. You looked lonely. I felt lost. Maybe between us and a few rounds of drinks, we could draw ourselves a map.

X wasn't supposed to mark the spot. But I'm grateful it did.

#projectiheart #hismajesty #fancy #love #cupcakes https://www.instagram.com/p/BprIPWbhK-1/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=xx9bw7voaui7

[quietpartsloud]

She has a thing for cherries. So do I. But to help a friend through a rough patch, I make sure they put extras on my desserts for her to steal when she thinks I’m not looking.

[quietpartsloud]

We’re stretching into minute three and I’ve already strangled my daughter’s stuffed hedgehog, Mr. Prickles, five times. I’m about to make it six. He rattles the pill bottle in his pants pocket for the third time. I look at Mr. Prickles as he rambles on and think: Wow, what a prick.

[quietpartsloud]

She speaks to me in caffeinated sentences, where her thoughts have no caplocks or punctuation. Her animated tales keep me hungry for more in the same way she managed to touch across continents. Her passion for even the mundane is inspiring. To know her is to eventually fall in love with her. It’s what makes her so dangerous.