A Goodbye

Dear …,
I regret it all now. Everything. Every moment of the past year. From the first moment I liked you , to the last time we spoke. I liked you and you were dating her , I liked you and you were dating her , I liked you and you were dating her. I got over you one piece at a time and still you were dating her. Every once in a while you’d do something so cute totally not deliberately , and without trying you’d make the feeling I was slowly losing flutter up. Months kept passing and I grew more over you and came to love you as a best friend , a confidant , someone of superior intellect but kinder nature. Then he came back and I fell not in love or in particular like but into a comfortable pattern. Be best friends with him. Flirt. Have a “moment” with him. Laugh off anyone telling me he like me or I liked him. Then you broke up with her. It was of no interest to me , I was too busy. My pattern continued and he hugged me and brushed hair from my face and it felt sparks. You met him for the first time and you spent half an hour speaking to him. I knew he and I would probably lose contact but after the final performance he cut me away straight away. I didn’t know why. Had I would I have said no to you ? I don’t think so. July passed slowly and at the end you asked me out. Finally the feelings I held for you realised they hadn’t left me at all. I said yes. Our first date was awkward but you told our friends I was cute and funny. I thought we had some time before I left but you cut that short. I accepted it. My friend however couldn’t and you have told her different reasons every single time she asks. It’s been drawn out too long now and I find myself unable to trust boys. I still don’t know why you did it , why you even asked me out at all. I still feel bad you thought I liked him when really he was just a friend to help me get over you. I still wished we’d had more time. And I regret the last conversation we had ,being about the boys where I am now ,because I should have pretended they were better than you , so you had something to be jealous about and I could have read it in your tone. As opposed to being confused by whether you were jealous or not. I regret not being able to play games like you do but I also know I wouldn’t be strong enough to. So this is thank you for teaching me how to be a nicer person. Thank you for making me happy. I hate you for helping me get to the point where I can’t trust boys anymore. Especially not when they all cut of communications with me to give you a fairer shot at dating me. Finally goodbye because hopefully when I wake up or in a month from now I will only miss the you I was best friends with not the one I dated.
Love
B


Dating. Yes . You and me. Yes


All I regret is us. Together.


expels:

my talents include stress eating and falling in love with people that will never love me back

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You hugged me and I fell. You held my hand , I blushed. You broke my heart , shoulders up. He hugs me I’m sick inside. His hand brushes mine , pull away. He laughs I bite my lip. I trusted you , you blamed me. You haunt nearly everything I do.


notsadjusttiredofthisplace:

Do you ever crave to be touched? Even in the most innocent way. I want someone to just hug me for a very long time or someone to lean against/ someone to lean on me. Maybe while sitting or laying next to someone just to have our legs, arms, or feet touching would be nice. I think that when you’re lonely for so long you constantly want to feel someone against you just as a constant reminder that you’re not alone.

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memeguy-com:

Someone added this to the periodic table in their chemistry book

memeguy-com:

Someone added this to the periodic table in their chemistry book

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johanirae:

theskypilot:

jayskalo:

loose-skinnyjeans:

strawberriesandabs:

jumpingjacktrash:


thischick25:


This is the main reason for my general annoyance with lack of size regulation in the fashion industry…


men’s pants are labeled by waist and inseam measurement. women’s pants are labeled by voodoo. even though i do not buy women’s pants, i can recognize this as objectively dumb.


THE NOTES ON THIS


because i can’t stress this enough. this is why i don’t let the numbers get to me. as jumpingjacktrash so eloquently said “women’s pants are labeled by voodoo.” 

BUT THISTHISTHISTHISTHIS

so when boys make fun of girls taking forever to shop and trying everything on
WE FUCKING HAVE TO OR NOTHING WILL FIT

Forever grateful for this post for removing the shame of going into a different store and finding that the pants do not fit me even though I am WEARING the “same size” pants right that moment.

johanirae:

theskypilot:

jayskalo:

loose-skinnyjeans:

strawberriesandabs:

jumpingjacktrash:

thischick25:

This is the main reason for my general annoyance with lack of size regulation in the fashion industry…

men’s pants are labeled by waist and inseam measurement. women’s pants are labeled by voodoo. even though i do not buy women’s pants, i can recognize this as objectively dumb.

THE NOTES ON THIS

image

because i can’t stress this enough. this is why i don’t let the numbers get to me. as jumpingjacktrash so eloquently said “women’s pants are labeled by voodoo.” 

BUT THISTHISTHISTHISTHIS

so when boys make fun of girls taking forever to shop and trying everything on

WE FUCKING HAVE TO OR NOTHING WILL FIT

Forever grateful for this post for removing the shame of going into a different store and finding that the pants do not fit me even though I am WEARING the “same size” pants right that moment.

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I made the lacrosse seconds team !!


stylesxhealy:

stylesxhealy:

THERE IS SUCH A FUCKING PROBLEM WITH THE EDUCATION SYSTEM WHEN STUDENTS ARE IN TEARS EVERY SINGLE NIGHT AND WAKE UP EVERY SINGLE MORNING WANTING TO THROW UP AT THE THOUGHT OF GETTING OUT OF BED WHILE THINKING THAT THEY’D RATHER BE DEAD THAN GO TO SCHOOL

eleven thousand people can relate to this post. that’s not okay. 

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thatblade:

cuts-free-the-pain:

psychoticsuicide:

smilingoutsidedyiinginside:

lonely-unicorn:

This was the last thing Olivia said before killing herself. She had most kindest heart ever. Her smile was beautiful. I don’t know how heartless people are! She was literally bullied her to death. Olivia, we will always love you. RIP Beautiful. 

☽

Rule: ALWAYS reblog when Liv is on my dash

Haven’t seen Liv on my dash for a while. Love you Liv <3

Rip💗

thatblade:

cuts-free-the-pain:

psychoticsuicide:

smilingoutsidedyiinginside:

lonely-unicorn:

This was the last thing Olivia said before killing herself. She had most kindest heart ever. Her smile was beautiful. I don’t know how heartless people are! She was literally bullied her to death. Olivia, we will always love you. RIP Beautiful. 

Rule: ALWAYS reblog when Liv is on my dash

Haven’t seen Liv on my dash for a while. Love you Liv <3

Rip💗

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732z:

&amp;&amp; with that, goodnight. 

732z:

&& with that, goodnight. 

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samuel-vimes:

bakingcheesebuns:

never

ever

ever

ever

  1. ever

ever

e.v.e.r

  • EVER

ask a girl out as a dare

or a boy
or anybody
because that’s shitty as fuck

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