#risk everything

[tilbageidanmark]

NOPE!

[dontsurvivelive]

Everytime our lips touched, my knees would go weak and my legs would go numb. That was how strong it was for me. You were affecting every part of my body by only touching one. I remember the first time it happened. You were leaving for a week and there was no way of communication where you were going. The night before you left, you came to my house at 11 pm, even though it was late and your friends wanted to go home. You came anyway. We talked, we laughed, and we hung out with your friends. It started to get late so you began walking me to my door. We whispered our feelings and quietly laughed at the stupid things that we did that night. We had to stay quiet because we knew that on the other side of that door was my father. I hugged you, telling you how much I was going to miss you and that I would see you in a week. As I began to peel my body away from yours, you grabbed my waist and pulled me back. You looked me in the eyes and then leaned down for our lips to touch. We kissed. We kissed so passionately that I had to tell myself to breath because I kept forgetting. I ran my fingers through your hair while you kept your hands on my waist, keeping me close. We pulled apart and I didn’t wanna let you go. I hugged you one last time before I walked into my house. I had no idea that you had that kind of power over me. I was scared, but the way you made my heart race and made every place you touched feel like fire, made me want to risk everything for you.

[risk--everything]

Happy birthday Kostas 🎂

[gods-favorite-trickster]

genuinely i think one of the most divisive questions between people today is "how much are you willing to risk to change things for the better?"

[loveandthepsyche]

“Whoever gives nothing, has nothing. The greatest misfortune is not to be unloved, but not to love.”

— Albert Camus

[thereadingcafe]

Risk Everything, Bree and Tanner Thriller by Janie Crouch-a review

REVIEW - RISK EVERYTHING (Bree and Tanner Thriller) by Janie Crouch "intriguing and suspenseful"

[stillthebest-blog1]

Ask yourself every morning.

[outsideintrospection]

Churchill Downs (North End Thoughts II)

In horse races, there are measures taken to prevent random events from happening. The horses are given blinkers so they don't swerve into any other lanes. They have starting gates and posts to make sure everyone starts together. Life isn't a horse race. Nothing exists to prevent me from "jumping the gun". Impatience, anxiety, I destroy my own timing by just thinking too much. Too early, or definitely too late, but never in the ideal moment. There are a decent amount of quotes that say something along the lines of "everything happens for a reason." A friend told me once, "Everything happens when it is supposed to, you just want it to rush." The last 6 years have dulled my hopeless romantic tendencies. The symbolism, the happy endings, the quirky things people do for love. Life isn't a movie. Those were all very specific situations that were blown out of proportion for the sole purpose of entertainment. All of this being said, I have the funny feeling in my stomach. I literally can't stop thinking about her. The only thing that has been on my mind for the last 2 days, is her. I want to ask her every question I've ever thought of. I want to stare at her for hours. I want her. I want her to throw me into a wall. I want to rip her clothes off. I want to go to a coffee shop with her. I don't know what to do with myself. And I wonder, why is she entertaining me? I guarantee there are tons of guys who look better than I do and have tried with her. I still don't really know if she has a boyfriend. The weirdest part of it all, it might actually happen. If I'm stupid lucky, she might like me back. Then the fireworks, the rockets, the 3 pointers, the touchdowns, the goals, and every celebration ever will ensue. Worst case scenario, she has a boyfriend or just isn't that into me. Nothing worth enough to keep me from taking a chance. The best part about it though, is that I know this isn't happening on her end. Because really this isn't happening on mine. These are thoughts I put into words. Outside of that, I'm still just living. I'm still me. It might not be a horse race, but if anyone ever thinks I'll stop running, well, we can talk when I stop.