Call me a cake,
But I just really love cuddling…
I will never understand those who do not like classical music.
I think classical music is music in its purest form.
Yes, there may not be words. But I feel so much more connected to the music, the harmonies, the melodies, the crescendos, each and every changing note, the draw of each bow, the emotion of each breathe being played through an instrument, than I will ever feel with a song with words. A song with lyrics dictating how I should feel and how I should interpret what my ears are hearing.
Perfect.
Today.
I worked out and did my history homework that was due and sent it to my teacher. Then I just pretty much had a day to myself and chilled. In the afternoon, I went on a Starbucks date with René and I just drove her everywhere. Then we stopped at a parking lot and just vented and caught up. The thing I like about her is that we can go months not talking and then when we hang out, we catch up and everything is the same. It’s great. After I dropped her off, I drove around and listened to Coldplay. Just to think. I’m fine though. Yes.
This is so powerful, why doesn’t it have more reblogs/likes?! This breaks my heart every time I see it.
I always wonder if you think about me.
Then I realize I shouldn’t care. Then it sets in that I still do and can’t let it go. After that, I realize how pathetic I am and stop thinking about it. 24 hours later, this cycle repeats.
