Македонија на Македонците!
Finding my way in life.
Don't Always Follow Back.
Now I understand why I’ve always had and slept with an abnormal amount of stuffed animals: they never leave you and they never disappoint you.
10 more until my goal number of followers! Thank you guys<3
To all who have just started following and to those that have been here from the beginning I love you all the same =D
All our friends were hanging out together and something happened, you said you had to go.
I lost all my sense and started screaming and shouting everything I’ve ever wanted to say to you.
As I stood there screaming and crying I told you that I loved you and life seemed to stand still for a moment until you spoke. And you told me you loved me too.
I realize it was only a dream but I desperately wish it could have been real.
And then I only realize that if it was real I would only keep hurting the people I care most about. You and him.
When I get married I am going to post pictures all up and down Tumblr and if it doesn’t get as many reblogs as some of these shitty wedding pictures I see then I am going to scream and delete my tumblr.
I know I’m exaggerating but fuck off.
I just want to hold her and comfort her. But I know she doesn’t like being touched when she’s upset. I want to kiss her and play with her hair and hold her hand. I want to please her in every sense of the word. I want my name on her lips. I want her to be mine. I want to protect her from all the evils of the world yet I can’t. I love her. And the best and worst part is she’s my best friend.
I want to cuddle with him. To know that I am the girl that makes him the happiest. I want to see how my touch makes him feel. I love kissing him. I love holding his hand and just being around him brightens my day. I want to be his. I love him. And the worst part and best part is he’s my best friend.
Why did God give me two people that I cannot imagining living without? I love them both. I love them in different ways and for different reasons. They are not the same. They are separate in every way. Yet I love each of them so deeply that it would hurt me to my core to lose them.
I know that I could never really be with her because my family would never accept it. Her family would never accept it.
To be with him is so easy though. His family loves me and I them. My family loves him and he them. It’s a “normal” relationship.
I hate choosing him over her. And her over him. But if I let them both go, where does that leave me? Broken, alone, depressed and missing them. Why does love have to be so complicated?
For my best friend Jamie. In dedication to her dad, Paul.
He did the two things he loved most the day of his accident, playing golf and riding his motorcycle; and he went out with a bang. He will forever be in our hearts and minds.
I love you Jamie and I know your dad did too. Make him proud<3
HAYYYYY I’m sorry I stopped giving you so much attention and love, but just know that I appreciate every single one of you and I’m 5 more followers from my goal!
Thank you guys <3
P.S. I love meeting and talking to new people….so that should be a thing.