security called me at work today and told me they saw me outside chasing a frog around on the security cameras. i wasnt in trouble they just wanted to let me know they saw me. i didn’t catch him.
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you kinda owe me a lot. you owe me my time I’ve spent on days and weeks trying to make you realize that I’m what’s best for you. you owe me my patience I’ve lost with every conversation we had about whether or not we fitted together. you owe me every single tear you stole from me while I tried to wipe them away before I caught myself thinking about you. and you owe me every single thought I spent on you while you were out having no idea that I was gonna charge you for everything that you’ve taken from me. but then again, everything you took, was given to you without even thinking about how empty I would be afterwards. all I cared about was you and I completely forgot to make myself a priority too.
kiikiiriiki (via wnq-writers)
You did the worst thing: you broke my spirit. You made me love you and then you dismissed it. You made me trust you and then you broke it. You hurt me. You hurt me, and worst of all, you made me believe that I deserved it.
Sue Zhao (via blossomfully)
omg I need a boyfriend I’m not asking for much he just has to be tall, strong arms, knows what he wants, nice hair, wants to travel, speaks more than just English, works just as much as me, has goals, big dick, shows me affection, won’t be afraid of me giving road head or morning wood head, gives back massages, likes being the big spoon, will spank me and pull my hair, will cook for me, will shove his dick inside my mouth, and put me in place when I need to be. Is that too much to ask?
You were so exciting, so wrong for me. You had already given up on caring about everything and the thought of being that reckless drew me into you like a pen to page. I wanted you to colour me different. I thought being with you would make me brighter but all you knew was darkness, so our days grew so black that most of the time we couldn’t see. We couldn’t see how we were hurting people, we couldn’t see how we were hurting ourselves. So we fumbled around in the dark, knocking everything over and laughing as we did it, unaware of the mess we would find when the lights came back on.
there are too many versions of me in the universe! the girl i bumped into but didn’t stop to say sorry to has a version of me in her mind. the guy i let borrow my homework has another version of me in his. even my friends, my family, and everyone i’ve ever met in my life has their own version of me in their minds that i’m not even aware of
you put it into words
Interesting
- me: *gets anxious over nothing*
- me: wait this is stupid everything is fine
- me: wait
- me: but what if its not
It is hard to stare at her, hard because she’s not the distant Girl who smiles at me anymore. She has become more than that, more than I expected her to become and more than I was looking for her to become. She is becoming what I wanted she the last with the Arctic eyes to become, which is someone who loves me. Simply and truly as I am. It is hard to stare at her because as I know she is starting to love me, I am starting to love her. I don’t care what she’s done or who she’s done it with. I don’t care about whatever demons may be in her closet. I care about how she makes me feel and she makes me feel strong and safe and calm and warm and true. It is hard to stare because I am forced to contemplate giving it up. It is hard to stare, but I do it anyway.
James Frey, A Million Little Pieces (via thelovejournals)
i fucking hate when someone actually cares about me.
first of all: I know you’re gonna leave me, it’s just a matter of time.
second of all: i feel guilty for feeling bad and making them worry abt me.