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simplepears · 2 months
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But what would I have from seeing you again? Another train ticket in my phone case and a memory thats no different from the rest. If I see you, it will only be by chance and it will only be once.
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simplepears · 2 months
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Didn't realise we were competing to see who's better at keeping in touch
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simplepears · 2 months
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I don’t know how someone could hate so much the man whom I love the most
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simplepears · 3 months
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Another drunken night with you, dying to forget it, or a sober day with him, trying to commit it
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simplepears · 4 months
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Why can't I just let this wound heal?
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simplepears · 4 months
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When designing a game, you might give consciousness to your npcs but don't forget about the pigeons. As the architect you need to understand their back story
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simplepears · 7 months
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Because when you asked me what my favourite colour was, it felt like you asked me who I had a crush on. My gaze got caught in yours. How can I say that my favourite colour is a dark brown with a slight red to it, just like your eyes? I spent weeks looking for a necklace that perfectly captured that colour, with six sides because its a perfect number. Perfect. Just like you.
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simplepears · 1 year
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I love you in a different way now
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simplepears · 1 year
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The hold this guy has over me for me to sit through 3 Kung fu pandas in a row
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simplepears · 2 years
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Part of me wishes I never met you because I know I'll never meet anyone with nicer eyes than yours. It's not even close. I can't even look into my partners eyes without thinking about you. From here on out, everytime I look into someone else's eyes, I will be filled with disappointment because they're not yours.
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simplepears · 2 years
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I can’t have you so I’ll settle for the stars
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simplepears · 2 years
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I wish I could kiss you while sober.
I wish I wanted to.
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simplepears · 2 years
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If your face lights up everytime he walks in the room, to him, you're just a happy person, but to everyone else, its obvious.
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simplepears · 2 years
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I hate that I can feel you staring at my lips, waiting for me to say I love you.
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simplepears · 2 years
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What if when chat noir finally figures out ladybug's identity its because he thinks she has constipation issues.
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simplepears · 2 years
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I love space but if I had to chose between the night sky and your eyes, I would look into your eyes every single night.
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simplepears · 2 years
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Sometimes, you just need to let it out
I could compose how I feel about you into sentences, but I can’t say it without the words getting caught in my throat. It wouldn’t be fair to say anything reminded me of you because you are never forgotten, you are constantly on my mind. As I go to sleep, as I wake up. I consider you before making major life decisions and you’re the only reason I don’t want to leave my job.
I wonder what your eyes would look like in direct sunlight. Would they look like rays of light shining through the treetops in a forest or would they glow like a bottle of maple syrup in the sun? I could honestly stare into your eyes for hours if I weren’t so afraid that if I looked into them for too long, I would fall in love with you. Looking into your eyes, I feel the same warmth and comfort that I feel when the sun shines on my face. Your eyes are like the void of space where the sparkles portray the stars themselves.
I like it when you talk back to me. I like that you know when to let things go and when you shouldn’t. I like that you give the best advice. I like when you listen and it feels like you care, not just for me but for everyone around you. I admire your dedication to self-improvement, both physically and mentally.
I look at your hands and ask myself if you ever played an instrument. I look at your lips and how the tension builds waiting for a reaction when you’re trying to wind me up. I look at your smile and wonder what your insecurities are.
There’s a fine line between love and obsession, and I think I’m on the wrong side of it.
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