Dear Future Girlfriend,
I want to make you happy, but if any tears ever roll down your face I will be sure to wipe them. I will give you unlimited amounts of kisses, everywhere; on your eyes, your nose, your forehead, your lips, your hands, anywhere and everywhere. I will play with your hair if it helps you fall asleep, and I will rub your back after you’ve had a long day. I will draw you pictures and write you letters, and buy 99cent cards and fill them with words telling you how I feel about you. I will remember the little things, I promise, because the little things about you will be my favorite. I will take interest in your interests, and learn about the things I don’t know much about. I’ll sit through yucky movies that you like, because as long as I’m with you nothing else matters. I will be honest with you, always. I will always make sure you know how I feel, because you deserve to know that someone deeply cares for you. Even though I have issues of my own, I will do anything to make you happy, and more importantly I will take very good care of your heart.
- I get jealous at the smallest things
- I get mad at the simplest things
- I get bored super fast
- I get annoyed easily
- I think negatively too much
- I forgive people that shouldn’t be forgiven
- I care too much
- I dislike a lot of things
- Sometimes, everything just bothers me
- When I fall for someone, I fall hard
Let him go, get him out of your head; remember you’re not in his. Forget his birthday, his phone number, and the sweet things he said; remember those were lies. Delete his texts, take his contact out of your phone; remember he’s talking to all those other girls instead. Quit wishing he’ll come back, stop putting yourself down, remember it’s not your fault; he had no good reason to leave. Just stop it, stop it all, and erase him from your past. Block out his name, ignore his texts, plug your ears when someone mentions him because trust me, he’s doing perfectly fine without you. If you ever want to get over him, cut yourself off. Take every object and memory you have of him and throw it in the trash. And then maybe, if you’re lucky, you’ll escape him.
my favorite thing about tumblr is you can have a really meaningful and personally significant post followed immediately by a post about butts and no one questions it or finds it unusual
You don’t always have to be sweet and lovey dovey all the time. You can be the assholes to each other and be mean. That’s when you know there is comfortability. Making fun of each other, calling mean names, abusing each other. Abusing as in joking around. The playful fighting. That’s another way to show love.
I love when I’m out and I see a biracial relationship. That shows me that those two people don’t care about what anybody thinks about them. They love each other and that’s all that matters to them. I want people like that in my life.
