I don’t know what to do. The 135 miles between us may as well be 6,000. I miss you. I’m pretty sure I miss you more than you miss me. In the few months I had gotten to know you, I have grown so attached. Even when we both relocated, my affection for you continued to grow. Everything about you is so… stimulating. You are so intellectual, I like the way you think. I could listen to you talk for hours and hours and never get bored. If only you applied yourself, others would see your talent and they would feel the same respect and appreciation for you like I do. I wish nothing but the best for you in life. I don’t know how you are going to reach your full potential though if you remain in this slump. You’re depressed. I hate it. It almost makes me not want to talk to you because it depresses me too. It depresses me because I don’t know what I can do to help you. I can’t compliment you, because you always second guess me instead of accepting the positive comment. I can’t tell you how much I care about you because when you’re depressed, you’re indifferent to it. I can’t post cute stuff on your Facebook wall because you won’t comment or ‘like’ it and I end up looking like some creepy girl that stalks your profile. I just don’t know what I can do to help you and I have pretty much accepted the fact that I CAN’T help you. You have to be willing to help yourself before you can be helped by anyone else. So all I can do it talk to you (barely, because you take half a day to reply) and just wait for this phase to pass. You don’t even really make an effort to communicate with me when you are in these bouts of depression… and that affects me emotionally. You are the person I talk to the most, and when you’re like this, you pull away from me. I need you! I want you! I can live without you, but I don’t want to! I think about you first thing in the morning and last thing at night. And the fact that you can’t even pick up your phone to shoot a text my way every now and then makes me think that I am far from your mind. It makes me sad. Do I get mad at you and tell you to get your shit together, but risk depressing you even more? Or do I just put up with it and hope it will pass; and when it does pass, maybe you will start talking to me again. I don’t know. Sometimes you seem so perfect to me, like you are everything I could ever want. But I cannot put up with someone who brings himself down and makes sure I fall along side.
This makes me giggle every time I see it. && the little heart balloon thingy looks like a huge sperm! lol
Don’t worry about THAT guy, or your ex, or whomever you are hung up on.
There are plenty of fish in the sea.
Well that’s cool.
But I would prefer a human, particularly a male.
Not a fish.
That’s just creepy.
My name is kyle
I miss amelia..
She makes me happy
Really happy :)
I just read what you made me before you left
My whole insides smiled :)
I think about you almost every day
And by that I mean every day
I want to put my arms around you
and never let go:)
My body pillow
still smells of you :))
longs for you :)
In every way!
Hangs from my ceiling..
Almost teasing me.
I want you back
I hope your having fun!
I trust you!
I Am rambling right now
But that’s what I do sometimes
I hope your safe
( with all the like typhoons going on )
This is weird
Because savannah just called me and said your online :)what a coincidince
You make me happy and I miss you :)
#italian #romance #quote #romantic #cute #angels #wings #embrace
- 2 Yukon Gold Potatoes
- 2 small sweet onions or 1 large
- 1 red bell pepper
- 1 green bell pepper
- handful of string beans
- 1 medium size zucchini
- 1 small yellow crookneck squash
- 1 large tomato
- 1 tsp dried rosemary
- 1 tsp dried oregano
- salt to taste
- 1 or 2 large lemons
- 2 - 3 tablespoons of extra virgin olive oil
- 1 large clove of garlic
There is a lot of room for substitution with this recipe. I just eyeballed the amount of EVOO, rosemary, and oregano with this recipe.
- Chop up the rosemary and combine with oregano and salt. Adjust quantities to your liking. (This was my first time using rosemary so I used it sparingly)
- Mince the garlic and combine with lemon juice and the EVOO.
- Chop all the vegetables into large bite size pieces (keep in mind, the pieces will shrink when cooked)
- Coat the chopped vegetables with the oil, lemon, and garlic mixture.
- Coat the vegetables with the dry mixture (rosemary, oregano, and salt)
- Bake the onion and potatoes at 400 degrees for 30 minutes.
- Add the bell peppers and string beans. Bake for 20 minutes.
- Add the tomato and squashes, bake for 20 more minutes.
By this time, all the vegetables should be cooked all the way through, not mush. Every 10 minutes or so, I would stir the vegetables so they would brown evenly. This recipe wasn’t very regulated, I kinda just freestyled and the results were delightful, especially for an inexperienced cook like myself. Enjoy :)
Ah live Jews.
I’ll love chew.
I love you.
#I #love #you
#iloveyou (Taken with Instagram)
The rabbit would rather be on top of her cage. Not inside it! What a rebel :)
I only know what you show me. I can listen to what you tell me, but whether I do or do not believe it is my choice. If your actions show that you don’t want to spend time with me, but your words read “I miss you and I want to hang out sometime soon.” Which do I believe? I ask you if you want to hang out and you say no, or maybe. (Maybe always ends up being a no.) Even if you have nothing better to do, you decline. So it’s not because “you don’t have time” for me. Every time I log onto Facebook, I see new pictures of you on drunken adventures with your friends. You are always with them but you can never find any time to spend with me. You spend the night with other girls, drink the night away, drink liquor off each other’s bodies. You text me only when you have nothing better to do. I don’t know. I want to believe what you say but I hate empty promises. I don’t want to hold you to your word only to be let down because that will hurt more than whatever it is that I am feeling now. I love when i finally work up the courage to tell you how I really feel and when I don’t readily accept your words of hope, you get pissed off at me and end the conversation with a “whatever, goodnight”. Bad move. I see how needy you are. How you feel that you just HAVE to have a girl in order to breathe properly. As it was, I didn’t want to do this anymore. Your shitty attitude just might have ended this all in all. Maybe its time you say “goodbye” to my right hand and “hello again” to yours.
This is my bunny-boo!