wow. Just wow.

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glitt3rpub3z:

Seductive face….

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heysmilesunshine:

They have spoken.

I need these.

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So.

There is this amazing girl that i met 5 years ago. She is absolutely adorable and she has the loveliest smile, but there are some things i think i didn’t make very clear to her. So i thought i should write it down and let her know, before its too late and before i lie to myself again.

I believe i’ve been in love with you for… 4 years now. And i never really knew how to deal with it because… well, first: i didn’t know how to define myself in my head by being attracted to a girl, at least when i first noticed it. And when i finally accepted myself, i had already messed things up. Second: when i depend on people i end up pushing them away because i hate to admit that i actually need them. Only now i see how stupidly proud i was about being independent and how that made us get to this. And you were always so close to me that i couldn’t actually tell you how exactly i loved you because i thought i might screw it up, or that you might not feel the same, or that it was wrong or that i wasn’t good enough for you. Really. Also, you always toke it as a friendly “i love you”, which wasn’t exactly my point. Or maybe it was, sometimes.

Also, one thing i must mention is that it hurt a lot to see you dating other boys and wondering “what can i do to make her love me more?”.That was a huge argument on my decision of going away for a while (such a while, i know). And yes, i thought about that. Silly, i know. I am honestly sorry for pushing you away, though, and not being there for you. But i really couldn’t stand it. And when i tried to get in touch with you again i was depressive, which only made the situation worse. My own sexuality issues, the guys, the girls, how i felt -and still feel, actually- about you, a very close friend moving out because his mom knew i was a “lesbian”… it was just too much to handle back then.

Oh, and by the way i still have your lipstick on my hands. And a picture of yours in my wallet. And that piece of hair you gave me, and your picture of you when you were a kid.

However, here i am. Swallowing my pride -after many tears caused by self frustration and after listening to Shake It Out over and over again (Florence ftw)- and letting you know about all the things i should’ve said before. That i would regret a lot if i didn’t at least try to say it. Even though i’m clearly late.

So, Giovana. I still love you (why should i fight it or pretend i don’t feel it? Now it sounds like a very shitty idea). And i’m not sure if you’re really gorgeous or if i see you differently from who you are, but when i think of a beautiful girl -not only pretty, but beautiful in many ways- i think about you. Hm… yeah, thats basically it.

“All the pain i put you through, i wish that i could take it all away and be the one who catches all your tears”.

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Curly? Yes. Colorful? Of course!

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