I wish you fought for me harder,
instead you just let me go so easily, as if you never cared about me. You let go of all the memories, the feelings, and the promises. I just wish you knew how much it hurt.. How much it hurt to see you leave without considering how I felt about you. You mean so much to me, and now you’re gone, you left, and you showed me you aren’t worth the effort to chase after.
That mood where you just don’t feel like talking.
It’s like you want to be left alone but at the same time you want someone’s attention. You don’t feel like putting effort into a conversation. Your mind is occupied with so much junk that you don’t even know what exactly it is that you’re thinking about. Yeah, that mood sucks.
you better get your facts straight before assuming shit about me
My trust is hard to earn,
Once you have it, don’t try to ruin it. My trust is the most important thing I can give to someone. If you break the trust that I give you, it will be hard for you to earn it back.. maybe even impossible. I’ve been hurt too many times to believe in second chances, therefore it won’t be that easy for me to let go. Break the trust I give you, and it will change the way I look at you forever.
Pick her up and pretend you’re going to throw her in the pool. She’ll scream and fight you, but secretly, she’ll love it. Hold her hand while you talk. Hold her hand when you drive. Just hold her hand. Tell her she looks pretty. Look her in the eyes when you talk to her. Protect her. Tell her stupid jokes. Tickle her, even when she says stop. When she starts swearing at you, tell her you love her. Let her fall asleep in your arms. Get her mad, then kiss her. Tease her and let her tease you back. Kiss her on the cheek. Kiss her on the forehead. Just kiss her. Let her wear your clothes. Go slow. Don’t push anything. When you fall in love with her, tell her.
Some tumblr famous people get messages and just ignore them because they have so many. I wish I got them. Every time I see that little red box pop up I smile and get excited, excited that someone took the time to go on my blog, type a message, and click ask. I don’t take my messages for granted. I love them and I love everyone who sends them
Can I be that one person?
The one that’s constantly on your mind. That one person you would always reply fast to. The one your friends hear about every day of their lives. The one you check up on every now and then just to see how their day is going. The one that makes your day, the one you’d do anything for. The one you smile non stop about. The one you can be your complete self around. The person you love more than anything.
“welcome to the hot people club,” I say to a room full of mirrors.
Why do people even bother talking to me..
Me: Hi what's up?
10 years later...
Me: ok cool don't respond.
Shit happens. Act tough and get over it. Tomorrow’s is a new start.
But like seriously I DON’T WANT TO PAY $50 FOR A BRA
IT IS A BOOB HOLDER
IT IS LITERALLY NOTHING MORE THAN CUPS WHERE I CAN KEEP MY BOOBS
THAT SHOULD NOT BE SUCH AN EXPENSIVE ITEM FOR REAL THERE ARE PEOPLE OUT THERE WHO WOULD BE HONORED TO HOLD MY BOOBS THIS BRA SHOULD SHOW SOME DAMN RESPECT
We do not speak of 6th-8th grade, it never happened
hey pull my finger
see you in court asshole
a haiku about my love life