Making out with a girl for the first time is the coolest thing and the second coolest thing is driving home and getting aware of all the parts of your face where she was and tasting her lip balm on your lips. The third coolest thing is outer space.
“Some friends don’t understand this. They don’t understand how desperate I am to have someone say, I love you and I support you just the way you are because you’re wonderful just the way you are. They don’t understand that I can’t remember anyone ever saying that to me. I am so demanding and difficult for my friends because I want to crumble and fall apart before them so that they will love me even though I am no fun, lying in bed, crying all the time, not moving. Depression is all about If you loved me you would”—Elizabeth Wurtzel (via i-am-just-a-failure)
I still remember the night, we were driving around in your car. You let me drive. I noticed that you had turned your body to face me and not look out the window. I asked you what you were staring at. You told me that I looked so beautiful with the way the street lights were hitting my face as I drove. For some reason, I can’t get this out of my head. I thought this was real. I thought you loved me. I wish I could just move on…
If you love her enough My friend John always has something to tell me. He knows so much that young men have to have older and more worldly wise men to tell them. For instance who to trust, how to care for others, and how to live life to the fullest.