"You want honesty?
I wasn’t sure if you could handle it,
but since you’re so eager to hear it,
and since I’m a terrible liar,
you should know that every time
you do as little as look at me,
I can feel my dignity fall to the ground.
I’d stand in the bitter cold for hours
if that meant you would stay warm.
I’d rather gouge my own eyes out
than to see you fall for someone else.
And it wasn’t until you left,
when I realized that I have
a terribly addictive personality.
I’m sorry, my love.
I hope that wasn’t too much.
Because, in all honesty,
that wasn’t even
the half of it."
Connotativewords | jl | Why It Still Hurts (via connotativewords)
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sirfucknuggets:

little bit of everything
il ramène du bonheur partout où il passe ce pday /tshirtegyptiendesakinette/ #me #smile #happy #longhair
4
"when the boys pull your hair and push you to the ground
during recess
I promise not to tell you that it’s because they like you.
when the teachers call home to tell me that
you pushed them to the ground after you
I’ll take you out of school early and buy
you your favorite ice cream.
when you get older and the boys
try to touch you when you don’t want to be touched
I’ll look at you like the sun when you come home
with anger in your fists.
they all tell you not to fight fire with fire
but that is only because they are afraid of your flames.
when the boys yell after you like hyenas
you yell back, baby.
I will not teach you to be afraid of your anger
so that you look for it in others.
I will not make you be the better person
because you already are.
you wanna fight ‘em? fight ‘em.
don’t you dare apologize for the fierce love
you have for yourself
and the lengths you go to preserve it.
when the boys try to tell you to soften up
I hope you make them bleed with your edges.
I hope you remember that you are not theirs
that their disappointment in you is not yours.
when the boys come to your door with pretty words and
angry eyes
I hope you show them the anger in yours.
I hope you show them just how strong your mommy
thinks you are.
I hope you show them the animal they can’t always
see in their own reflection.
when the boys come with the intention of hurting you
my advice will always stay the same, my darling:
give ‘em hell."
when the boys come | Caitlyn S. (via friendzonked)
"I almost turned back around
mid-moving on and I almost
decided healing wasn’t worth it after all.
I almost pulled that small war out of the drain
I washed it down
just so I could have something
to fight for again.
It doesn’t work like that.
You can’t become brave just to decide
you weren’t made for it.
Because what else were you made for?
You loved someone until you weren’t
a coward anymore
and you never learned how to stop.
You danced at the wrong parties
and kissed mouths that couldn’t swallow
down your Friday night blues the right way.
You told forgiveness you were sorry,
and it never bothered calling back.
Maybe we were all made for more than this.
Maybe there’s still time to change the punchline
until it turns into one that won’t knock us down.
You’re nodding your head,
but you’re not changing your mind
the way you should be.
Here’s to a revolution.
May we be brave enough for it.
May it be ready for us."
Y.Z, quietly brave (via rustyvoices)
"Would losing me even be a loss?"
bl-ossomed:


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oaktreegirl:

I scrolled past this at first and then I thought about it and I realized what it means

what does it mean?

It means do you need someone for the sake of not feeling alone and or sad or do you want me because you actually love me, not solely on comfort and fear but you actually want me.

Thank you ^^^^
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