It’s funny because I cry over a television show more than I’ll ever cry over you.

I am looking for my soulmate.

I know he’s out there somewhere.

When we first meet, I’ll be held captive

Not only by his seemingly effortless hair and beautiful eyes

But by his charming personality and intelligence.

To get to know each other, he’ll make me a mix of “the best songs ever”

And I’ll give him one of songs I play constantly.

One day we’ll drive everywhere, playing them,

Talking about our song choices and loving every second of it.

I can see us hanging out late at night,

Telling stories we’d swore we’d keep locked away.

He’d hold me when I cried over an old memory

And swear that he’d protect me from anything bad.

Later on he’d see me in a play,

And I’d support his artistic achievements,

And somewhere along the way,

We’d realize how in love we were with every detail of each other.

We’d find a way to fix things

When times got rough.

I’m searching for my other half.

I know he’s out there somewhere.

If you see him, let him know.

(Source: seaside-solitude)

worldaccordingtofangirls:

i am so jealous of europeans

three hours of travel and they’re in a whole different country, a whole different culture like seriously

three hours of travel and i’m in another town that’s just like mine

except three hours away 

(Source: worldaccording, via fruktose)

I am waiting.

Waiting to hear her footsteps.

Waiting to see her appear from around the corner, and waiting to see her curl up on the carpet in front of the TV.

Waiting for her to get up and walk over to us,

Waiting for her to lean on us as we pet her,

Waiting for her to shove her nose at us so we would keep petting her.

I am waiting.

Waiting to walk through the door,

Waiting for her to sprint to me,

Waiting to hug her and rub her ears as she licked me hello and squealed in excitement.

But none of this will happen.

Not anymore.

And with each passing minute, I feel my heart breaking more and more
As the thought of her runs through my mind.

(Source: seaside-solitude)

I am woken up in the early hours of the morning by the sound of my dog upstairs.

My dad shoos her downstairs and I drift off to sleep again

But I wake up a few hours later by my mom telling me that my dog is at the ER.

“Her hearts is having problems. She can’t breathe well.”

These words don’t reach me until I wake up two hours later, frantically scrambling to get clothes on and grab my bag,

Not even worrying about breakfast.

My brother drives me and we run into the vet’s, rushing to see her.

I can’t help but let the tears fall as I stroke her head,

Wondering if this is her time.

It isn’t.

She fights and is winning, but the battle isn’t over.

She is still struggling,

Gasping for air.

But I know she can do it.

She’s had an entire chocolate bunny, which should have killed her.

She’s eaten her own bed, which could have killed her.

But her heart is strong and her spirit unbreakable

And nothing will stop her from fighting for her life.

(Source: seaside-solitude)