“You’re the worst friend ever” in a monotone voice
I’m very happy
"I will rip your fucking throat out"
I TRIED TO NOT REBLOG BUT THEN I COULDNT
When a boy tells you he loves you, doubt him. Narrow your eyes and look at him with suspicion. Stop talking to him for three days and stop answering his texts. See if he grows tired of you. Or bored. If you find him making a phone out of tin cans and string, that means he’s trying.
On your first date, wear a lace bra and see-through shirt and see if he treats you like a body instead of a person. See if he can even look you in the eyes. See if he talks more than he listens.
Take him to a bar and watch what he does when he thinks you aren’t looking. See if his eyes undress every saint and sinner in the room.
See how patient he is. Use your lips and your hips and your hands. Bring him within an inch of lust and take it away. See how he responds.
When a boy tells you he loves you, ask him how much. If he tells you in texts of size 12-point font, ask him to tell you again in person because you’ll want to remember this moment. You’ll want to know how his voice falters and shakes, how he fumbles for words. You’ll want to remember the exact rhythm of his heaving chest when he tries to explain that pieces of you have made a home in his lungs.
And so if he arrives at your door, and throws the words in your face, deadpan, you’ll know that not even God could bring them back to life."
This is stupid. Completely stupid. Shows how little you trust him.
I have no respect for people who do this to someone. Playing games is not fun. If you don’t trust them, then fucking talk about it, don’t ignore him to see if he’ll fight to talk to you. If you do this, you’re immature and he deserves better.
"I’m the only one that cares about you"
when you hear those words, you turn tail and run as fast as you can. you run before it’s too late. These words are an abuse tactic
you are worth the world, and never, even in your darkest, believe that this one person is the only one who gives a shit. I have seen the kindness of strangers and friends alike, and you are not unloved. do not believe them.
i hope u find someone that mindlessly plays with your hands and lightly strokes your legs and massages your back and plays with your hair and i hope that u feel like you’re home when u look at them
It doesn’t cost a damn thing.
Sprinkle that shit everywhere.