The Soul of a Dark Angel

Human emotions fascinate me to the core.
We feel because that’s what they taught.
We react because that’s what we’ve observed.
Honestly, there really isn’t any way to think for ourselves.
But, we say there is to make ourselves feel special and intelligent.
I love the human mind.
It frightens me so.
*sigh*
Psychology and Sociology.
Things I admire so much.
Let’s get, or attempt, to learn how the mind works.
Truthfully, we never will.
All well.
Let’s still try.

Why did I have to pick the fucking biggest boy band to fall in love with?

Why did I have to become so damn obsessed with them?

Why can’t they be underground?

I’M JUST GOING INSANE

If they weren’t so big I’d have been able to buy their tickets for tonight.

If they weren’t so big there wouldn’t be drama amongst the damn fandom.

IF THEY WEREN’T SO BIG I’D BE ABLE TO SAY IT WAS POSSIBLE FOR ME TO MEET MY 5 HEROES.

But they are big.

I did fall in love with them.

And I will never meet them.

The truth will tear me apart.

I just want to see my heroes…is that too much to ask?

The Answer: YES

notestomyfutureboyfriend:

I just want a boy who will understand my love for my fandoms. Someone who’ll make Harry Potter and The Hunger Games references with me. We can watch any of your favourite series too, I don’t mind, and just cuddle up on the sofa. 

I don’t have many expectations, because I know guys hate that. I don’t expect much from you, as long as you can love me as much as I’ll love you. 

Love,
Me