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And of course all I wanna do is talk to you
Emma Watson represents the UN, in her role as UN Women Goodwill Ambassador, in Uruguay where she was campaigning for a higher representation of women in politics.
I know it’s weird but I’ve found a new comfort in being independent. When I first came here I was freaking out about the idea of being alone and not having anyone, but I like being able to figure things out on my own. Of course it’s nice having a familiar group of friends but it’s also nice not having to rely on anyone. It’s great knowing they’re always there when I need them, but I want it to be where I don’t always need them. I don’t know, I guess I got to this point last year where all I needed was someone by my side but college has helped me realize that it’s okay to be by yourself. It’s okay to be an outsider because pretty much everyone else around me is an outsider just trying to figure it too.
i refuse to have your fingerprints scarred into my skin
because i will move on
and one day you’ll remember how it felt
when i was in your arms at 4 am
and by then
ill be gone
I’ve been thinking about you a lot recently and I’m not sure why. For the past year I’ve tried to stop it, but no matter how hard I try I just can’t let go.
It scares me.
I don’t want to be dealing with this. I want to be able to say that I’ve moved on and that I have no intentions of looking back. I try to say it now but it feels weird in my mouth.
It’s not that I still have feelings for you but I’m just so confused. I loved you so much and that was never good enough. I loved you with every being in my body and you took advantage of that.
I keep looking at all the pictures we took together that summer, and I wish I could go back. We were so in sync. But when I spoke to you a few days ago I was reminded that you aren’t that person anymore, nor will you ever be.
I just want every trace of your existence to disappear.
5 summers from now
there will be another guy
who will be wrapping his hands
around my waist.
And he’ll ask me
if I have been in love.
I will smile and look into his eyes
and tell him how I have never felt
this way before.
But I won’t be able to say
that 5 summers ago,
there was someone who
made everyday seem like
mid spring, and how he
made me see blossoming flowers
in mid winter.
And he’ll leave soft kisses on me,
and tell me i’m his world.
And i’ll effortlessly say it back,
but I won’t be able to say that
5 summers ago someone else
was my entire universe.
And my apartment will have
little specks of him all over ,
but I won’t be able to tell him
about the little smudged off specks
of you in my heart.
Great the cycle of crying in my car continues