It’s 8:30pm on a Wednesday night and I’m in my bed with this swelling sound around me and I’m grinning and crying and this heartbreak is so perfect I never want to lose it. It’s these sorts of moments where everything is just perfect and I just want to shake and expand and shatter until it’s done. To live in this second forever.
I cannot even begin to describe what this did to me. I feel like I've felt this a million times, and it really is the best beginning to any and all of the emotions I've ever felt.
I love the way this is written. A lot of people might complain that there is a lack of punctuation, or that these run-ons are rather unnecessary, but I feel like this is so explicitly explaining the emotions being felt, the thoughts running through the brain. It's a rush, but not something that's overwhelming.
Soon it will be autumn and it will be quiet and then it will be winter and everything will be dead.
This is possibly the most "me" thing I've ever read. There's something about this sentence that is almost lyrical, in a sense, and I can't get enough of it.
“He’s infatuated with you, though.”
He sighs.
“I know. I don’t know what to do about it.”
And it’s in that moment that I realise he hasn’t grown, not at all. He’s still the same seventeen year old boy in a grown-up shell.
I feel this on some sick level because I've had this conversation with several exes of mine, over several different people, and it just shocks me how that one boy ends up being every boy/girl I've ever dated.
I really, really love this. I'll definitely read the rest of what you have written, and I'll definitely check out your other stories, as well.
I cannot even begin to describe what this did to me. I feel like I've felt this a million times, and it really is the best beginning to any and all of the emotions I've ever felt.
I love the way this is written. A lot of people might complain that there is a lack of punctuation, or that these run-ons are rather unnecessary, but I feel like this is so explicitly explaining the emotions being felt, the thoughts running through the brain. It's a rush, but not something that's overwhelming.
Soon it will be autumn and it will be quiet and then it will be winter and everything will be dead.
This is possibly the most "me" thing I've ever read. There's something about this sentence that is almost lyrical, in a sense, and I can't get enough of it.
“He’s infatuated with you, though.”
He sighs.
“I know. I don’t know what to do about it.”
And it’s in that moment that I realise he hasn’t grown, not at all. He’s still the same seventeen year old boy in a grown-up shell.
I feel this on some sick level because I've had this conversation with several exes of mine, over several different people, and it just shocks me how that one boy ends up being every boy/girl I've ever dated.
I really, really love this. I'll definitely read the rest of what you have written, and I'll definitely check out your other stories, as well.
You got some serious talent, fo sho.