get yourself someone who will do all the good shit with you, the good cheesy shit. the kind of shit like hoping the ferris wheel will stop at the top and watch movies in a car park and share popcorn all night and cuddle non stop. just get you someone who makes you feel happy.
I’m looking forward to the day where I can be that cliche girl that studies and gets shit done in a coffee shop or library, with my head always in a book and daydreams filling my head. Just imagine. A cup of coffee to the left, books stacked high beside you, knowing you’ve accomplished so many things, and that feeling that you’re finally getting somewhere. And you’re okay for once in your life. You’re okay.
A/N: wHY is Pre-Serum Steve so underapprECIATED?! I don’t understand. But Enjoy this. I had a blast writing this. Also, a Bucky fic will be out shortly after this one. :)
I stare at her for the longest time, my sketchbook rests atop my crossed knee. The yellow wooden pencil that I bear slowly slides from my thumb and Index finger. Stupid sweat.
We both sat comfortably at a wood table in the park. I told her to sit across from me so I could sketch her beauty on paper. I still couldn’t believe I could call her mine, she is mine. She accepted me for who I was, even as I sit as a bag of bones, consumed by multiple diseases.
We’ve been together intimately for almost a year and been best friends since childhood. We’ve looked after each other for so long, it’s truly astonishing. Bucky was the one who helped us get together. Apparently, we were entirely oblivious to each other’s feelings, it was obviously true. And not to mention, I didn’t have the courage to ask her to be mine.
You can pour
your heart into someone
all you like, place
faith that the river
will hold the secrets
you whisper, but
a boulder shifts,
a current weakens, and
suddenly, the river
is not the river you
knew, and your secrets
are overflowing its banks.