July 2012
Sleeping on the phone.
helloimnicolo:
Don’t you just love those calls late at night. Cause I do I like sleeping on the phone. It makes me feel safe cause it feels like you are here with me. Its comforting to know that someone is talking to you before you sleep and when you wake up they are still there.
Me half the time: I just want to cuddle up with you and watch cute movies and look into your eyes and tell you I love you and kiss you lots and then fall asleep in your arms.
Me half of the time: I just want to rip off your clothes and get pushed against the wall with my arms pinned up and make out and push you onto your bed and we can fuck the shit out of each other, ok.
I enjoy being around people that can make me laugh...
I'm scared.
I’m scared to be in a relationship again. I’m scared to get hurt. I mean in a relationship you have to go through obstacles with that someone but, still. I like the feeling having someone there for you no matter what but I hate the feeling when you two break up you’re back to strangers. I’m scared to loose someone who meant so much to me.
javelining:
it is the year 2050. gender in terms of male/female has been replaced with human/dancer. a woman in the delivery room has just given birth and as the doctor pulls the child from her womb she gasps “is it human… or is it dancer?” the doctor cuts the cord and announces, “it’s human.” nobody notices the father’s face darken. he wanted a dancer
Have you ever had that feeling?
jennifer-zhangg:
Where, you want to say something so bad and get it off your chest, but there’s so much on your mind you don’t know where to start? Where everything is bottled up inside you but you have no one to talk to because you have trust issues? Where you just feel confused about everything. That’s how I feel.
It's because we're girls.
We get mad over the smallest reasons. We overanalyze everything. We feel a sense of jealousy when we see you talking to someone who has more to offer. We get sad at the thought of ever losing you. We start pointless arguments and fights, just to see if you care enough to stick around. We often say things we later regret. We want to know you care as much as we do. It’s because we’re girls, and we...
You know what I truly hate?
chris-and-cookies:
Girlfriends and Boyfriends who give up. Even if the one is ignoring the other, even if their parents don’t approve, even if they’re not allowed to date. If you love them, make an effort to stay with them. Honestly I don’t care if you put more effort into the relationship than the other, it just proves how much you love the person. And if that person didn’t break up with you...
When I'm upset.
xmphann:
I shut myself down. I have no motivation for anything. I tell myself that nobody cares, even though I know some do. I think about all of the negative things I could possibly think of. I give myself all the pain, thinking I deserve it. I’m not sure why I do that, but that’s just how I am.
June 2012
Do you ever have those random times where you start remembering shit from the past? It hurts you so bad, it just hits you in the chest like a shock. You get the feeling that you want to burst into tears, but you’re holding it back. You can feel the pain on the inside of your body. But all you can do is sit there. Sit there in pain, while you remember all those thoughts that’s just killing your...
The best times to kiss a girl.
leanhxo:
When she’s babbling on about something. When you’re arguing. When you see her. When you’re with her. When you’re with your friends. When she cries. When shes happy. When she does something you love. After you ask her out. After she says she loves you. After you just kissed her. Before you leave. My point is, whenever you get the chance to kiss her, kiss her. It makes her feel loved.
Let's trade places so you could see how I feel.
A girl's fb status.
shoshannanicole:
“When I get mad at my mom, I don’t slam the door or yell “I HATE YOU MOM!” I just quietly go into my room and flicker the light switch on and off. That’s right, raise that bitch’s electricity bill.”
… dead.
