9 times out of 10 i sit with my hand/s between my thighs or fucken jammed up in my crotch or something to keep them warm and im always concerned that ill be chilling like that and people around me will notice and make it weird. dont make it weird
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I want to tell my future kids about you. I want to tell them about the way I would feel your eyes on me in the middle of your favourite movie and the way it made me shift my weight. I want to tell them that love sometimes means being uncomfortable. Sometimes love means stepping out of your comfort zone. I want to tell them about the times I cut your hair and you never cared when I fucked up the back. Or the times we would say “let’s make dinner together” and you would smile over the hot stove while I sat on the counter and watched. I want to tell my future kids about the things you taught me. I want to tell my kids that their first loves might not be their best, that they won’t know their last love is their last love, that they won’t notice when the person they love is settling for them, that moving on sometimes means moving out and changing their number, that seeing the person you love cry feels like being punched in the throat. I want to tell them about the way you loved me so hard, every time you looked at me it felt like an echo that’s still vibrating through my bones today. I want to mention the way it felt to hold you when you cried in my arms. You shook so hard I glanced over your shoulder, out the window, to see if the trees had noticed the earthquake rocking your entire body but they were still as death. I remember wiping your nose and you apologizing, saying you felt bad that I had seen you “ugly cry” and, although your face was red and your eyes were swollen and your jaw was quivering so hard your teeth kept knocking together and you couldn’t look at me, you were the most beautiful thing I had seen in my entire life, because you were mine and mine alone and you being upset just meant I had another reason to tell you I loved you and that everything would be okay because we had each other and having each other meant having everything in the world. I want to tell my future kids about that. I want them to know that love can be pure if they let it. I want to tell my children about you, and then smile and say, “Go wash your hands for dinner. She’ll be home any minute.”
*puts on my bitch face and acts stuck up while walking in public to mask my anxiety*
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We don’t talk at all now. Not having you around anymore definitely makes my life easier, but not better. I love you. It’s just that we complicate each other’s lives too much. We can’t even be friends because we have gone too deep and fucked up way too much. And to be honest, I don’t know how to be happy for you. I mean I want you to be happy, it’s just that I still want to be the reason.
Daily Tumblr Love Quotes (via thelovewhisperer)
if you don’t know what my voice sounds like you should keep it that way for your own sake
- going to school: late
- going to a doctors appointment: late
- going to a dentist appointment: late
- going to my friends house: late
- going to a party: late
- going to a concert: 8 hours early
I’m constantly embarrassed. I fidget and twist my hair and pull weird faces and stutter. Some days I feel quite confident, then others there’s a microscopic flaw about myself physically, which will make me embarrassed to walk the streets.
Graham Coxon (via wordsthat-speak)