"just tell me we'll never get used to it"

Promise me now that our adventures would never end – that you'll still jump with me without watching the abysm but staring at my face; that we'll never stop going to bed at six am after staring at the roof in our rooms and talking about everything, that you'll always say 'hello' to me on the phone as if my call was the one that you were waiting, that you'll always tell me first why that 'special someone' is the love of your life (and that you’ll let me kill them if they hurt you)...
Tell me routine would never kill us, tell me nothing is going to come across our friendship, tell me that old poem was right and that, in fact, we'll never get used to it.

let's get into a spaceship

Come with me to this spaceship, it would takes us to the moon. It would be a long trip but there's enough frozen food packed in the back and I have wonderful books along with a bunch of movies to make you laugh (and a few to make you cry). We'll get there and it might be all dark but we could fly all the time and that's what matters. I don't care what they say and I don't give a fuck about their big clothes - we'll just focusing on flying and holding hands through the space so we won't get lost.

i'm always here

It's not like I forget, is just that sometimes I walk between dimensions and live in another reality. What fascinates me the most is how you always find a way to draw my back and to guide me home – you give a sense of security to my life that I didn't know it could have (or that I could want)

we can't abandon.

Are you too tired? Have you been running all the way and feel like stopping? Fifteen minutes aren't enough, a bottle of water does nothing – and plus the end isn't as good as it should (or good at all). But won't you run with me for another ninety something minutes even if we're genuine rivals, born as Capuleto and Montesco?

art never dies.

Let's play a game where we're artists making this world more colorful, let's pretend we can run together to the end of the world and never grew tired, let's take our stuffed animals and our journals with us, we'll take pictures, we'll record actions – we'll make the movie of the life we deserve.

twilight, twilight, twilight

I make fun of those wanna be vampires and their wanna be love interest. I make fun of them but deep inside I like them a little.

Do you remember when I used to stare at you from inside your room, without you seeing me? Do you remember when you were too much for me and I tried to push you away? Do you remember whe we drank blood just because we could? Do you remember when we ran throughout the fields?

&we are every otp i have;

I can't help but wonder if you'll ever see this, find this and know it comes from me. I've gave myself away with that link-address-name I'm sure… but after many, many livejournal posts with that tag I think this can grew a little more public that just for us. I hope you agree (and I know you will, because even if this is here, still it's ours).