What if I told you that I have a gypsy soul? That staying in one place gives me itchy feet? That I want to see what the world has to offer? Would you think that I was leaving because of you? Because it’s not. I want you to come too. I want you to be my partner in crime. I want you to see the world with me. I want you to be my travel companion.
littlejinx posted a quote
August 17, 2013 9:29pm UTC
There's more to being a loyal boyfriend than just not cheating on your girlfriend . Being a loyal boyfriend means you're supposed to be there for your girl at any time of the day or night even if you're busy doing your own thing because if she really needed you, you'd be willing to stop everything you're doing and be there for her . Being a loyal boyfriend means you're supposed to tell her how much she means to you, you don't got to do it all the time but just enough to let her know what she's worth . Being a loyal boyfriend means you're supposed to listen to her problems and not judge her afterwards based on her opinions or beliefs because you'll be wise enough to understand her. Being a loyal boyfriend means you're supposed to make her happy when she's feeling broken, and love her, her naked face, her weight, her figure, her insecurities, her flaws, everything.
Aria_98 posted a quote
February 12, 2017 8:35pm UTC
Remove the old texts from your phone, the messages that gave you hope, that made you believe that the two of you could be something. Delete them all. Don't give yourself the opportunity to search for meaning. Maybe at one time these messages would signify a future, but now they are simply the past. Let them be so. Delete those texts. And then erase the tough texts, too, the ones where he took too long to reply, the ones where he told you he wasn't looking for anything serious. Get rid of the texts that confirmed your worst fears: he was not invested in you and never would be. You got the information you needed. No need to keep opening the wounds. Erase the texts. It's okay. And now scroll to his name one last time. And almost send him a message. Draft out a declaration saying you still want to be friends, even though you both know that's not true. Lace together these beautiful lies stitched with hope and good intentions, and hover your thumb above "Send". But instead, backspace it all. And then delete his number. Stare at your phone for a minute to let it sink in that you won't be reaching out to him on your toughest nights and that he won't be the one to comfort you. You won't get to hear how his mom is doing, you won't get to see him on New Years Eve. Let it all sink in that his name is no longer going to pop up on your screen when he gets home from school. He is no longer a part of your life and you are no longer a part of his. And this is okay. You are okay. Now put your phone down. Walk away from it all for a while. Feel the distinct mixture of sadness and freedom pumping through your veins, the feeling that only comes with the end of something painful and the begining of something more. Be proud- you deleted his number, which is one step closer to removing him from your heart.
She acts like she's part of me, as if we are unified and stronger for it, but she can withdraw her participation anytime she wants and leave me destitute. I am whole, complete, strong, and realized, but I can be alone again in a moment.
Zuribauu posted a quote
December 7, 2016 12:23pm UTC
He pasado por tí mil aventuras Robaste mi mente y mi cordura Es que si tu no me amas ¿Por qué no me llamas? Me tienes esperando No sé que te pasa Sabes que necesito yo oir tu voz Desde que no te veo no sale el sol Yo no quiero perdete Así que vuelve a mí.
seafoam* posted a quote
December 8, 2016 3:28pm UTC
My girlhood was spattered like blood with girls hating each other for being prettier and fighting over a boy who didn’t make any effort for one or the other, character assassinating each other by calling someone well liked a wh.ore, a s.lut, a b.itch and relishing in the fall of female celebrities from their ‘pedestals’. My girlhood was a war against my body until it looked just like the girls in the magazine, a war in which I attacked myself with weapons like wax, razors, creams until every part of me looked like it belonged to someone else. My girlhood was made of wilting dreams and innocence lost never to be replaced with anything but sad understandings about womanhood.
seafoam* posted a quote
December 8, 2016 4:33pm UTC
I found a monster under my skin. She’s all craving and wild, Long howls and strong limbs. She paces through my veins, Feet hitting earth like drum beats, I hear her coming when my blood sings. She’s got fire in her eyes, And prey in her teeth, Jaws like vows, unyielding, Iron like her will. I promised her the world, And she ate it whole, hungry still.