My problem is that I fall in love with words, rather than actions. I fall in love with ideas and thoughts, instead of reality. And it will be the death of me.
im all about having more body posi media but not when the message is “boys like curvy girls” because who fucking cares what boys like
I have to tell myself at least ten times a day that if you were meant for me then you’d simply still be here.
daily reminder that the boy you’re in love with at 16 probably won’t matter when you’re 25.
daily reminder that the math test you failed your freshman year of high school probably won’t matter when you’re graduating college.
daily reminder that the problems you’re facing today may seem like the worlds end, but they will not matter in a year.
daily reminder that you’re going to be okay.
everything is going to be okay.
I already said too much. I already shared too much, and I want all my secrets back. I hate getting close to people these days, I always regret sharing too much, caring too much, doing too much, feeling too much.
If a guy wants to be with a girl, he will make it happen, no matter what. So trust me when I say if a guy is treating you like he doesn’t give a shit, he genuinely doesn’t give a shit. No exceptions.
Try not to feel jealous about things, or people or places. It’s toxic. Just keep living. You will find your happiness.
How do you just stop being terrified of getting left behind and ending up by yourself forever and not meaning anything to the world?
Isn’t it crazy how you could miss a place more than you miss a person? The same person that held your very hand walking down that same street? That spun you around, that kissed you in front of passing strangers? That looked you in the eyes and told you they love you and for that split second you began to believe it? That same person that keeps your mind awake at 4 am while you write about the way your jaw clenches and your finger tips start to tremble just when you hear their name slip from someones mouth. I began to feel sorry for myself because how could I be so cruel to miss the place you would rest your hand on my knee rather than the feeling of my heart pacing faster and faster the closer you got to my thigh? But a place can’t hurt me. A place can’t make me feel like their “one and only” yet when midnight rolls around they’re telling another girl how sexy she looks with her hair down. A place can’t make every vein in my wrists go cold at the thought of you with someone else. A place can’t hurt me. But you can, you will, and you did.
// R O B B E R S - I N S T R U M E N T A L //
so in love with this
My heart swings back and forth between the need for routine and the urge to run.
― (note to self)
how dare u ignore me after ive made 0 attempts at talking to u
I’m not totally mad at you. I’m just sad. You’re all locked up in that little world of yours, and when I try knocking on the door, you just sort of look up for a second and go right back inside.