Brittany Jason

I think it’s cute when someone texts you after hanging out just to say they had fun with you, idk little things like that are sweet to me

I’m always soft for you, that’s the problem. You could come knocking on my door five years from now and I would open my arms wider and say ‘come here, it’s been too long, it felt like home with you.

I still love the people I’ve loved, even if I cross the street to avoid them.

She’s the type of girl that can be so hurt but can still look at you & smile. The type of girl who is willing to brighten your day, even if she can’t manage to brighten her own.

And as much as I hate to say it, I just realized that as I grew older, I already accepted that some people will not always be there for me every time I need them. That no matter how wide I opened my door, they would never come in. That no matter how loud I shouted their names, they wouldn’t turn around and face me. I already accepted the fact that they also have their own problems—to solve. That sometimes they need to save themselves first. It wasn’t being a bad friend nor a selfish one. But it was just us human beings wanting and searching for a mean to survive. And yes, I understand, even if it broke my heart not only once but too many times.

Strange, I thought, how you can be living your dreams and your nightmares at the very same time.

When I get lonely these days, I think: So BE lonely. Learn your way around loneliness. Make a map of it. Sit with it, for once in your life. Welcome to the human experience. But never again use another person’s body or emotions as a scratching post for your own unfulfilled yearnings.

I miss having someone I like kissing. Someone who makes me feel good. Someone who makes me feel like it’s ok to close my eyes.