i never really cared to get married or have kids before we got together. it was really a if it happens, it happens and if it doesn’t, it does’t situation for me. my mom has always disliked that about me because her other kids went to college, met their person, got married, bought houses, and had kids. i on the other hand got a misdemeanor and then bought a house in the same year to make up for it. anyways, once i realized he was it… i wanted marriage and kids but with only him. of course, he doesn’t want those things but when he told me he loved me, he said he would marry me and consider having one kid. i was so happy until 7 months later… my mom reminds me that i’m inheriting the first ring my dad gave her (which is beyond special to me) so we should start looking so she can help him when it’s time. im not gonna lie i was excited, when we got there i started looking around and i had an idea of how i wanted the stone reset and i was talking to the jeweler and i felt my heart racing and then it hit me… this is not going to be how he feels. suddenly i’m not sure if i’m okay with “i WOULD marry you”, shouldn’t it be i WANT to marry you? if he’s just doing this to please me, i don’t think i’m going to be okay with that. if i felt strongly about not getting married, i wouldn’t want someone trying to “talk me into it” and now i feel like it isn’t what he wants. so i started crying in the store and never even told my boyfriend i went there.

it’s like i don’t want to be happy. all i do is self sabotage.

(via fuckyeahsexanddrugs)

wnq-writers:

“To whoever is lucky enough to be her next, She’s jealous. Furiously, viciously, desperately jealous. It’ll annoy you, fuck, it’ll annoy you. But don’t get angry, learn to love it. It means she loves you, she cares. She cares so much. She’ll think every girl can see what she sees in you. She’s scared of the dark sometimes, she has nightmares, bad ones. Hold her. Hold her so tight, stroke her hair, kiss her forehead, and don’t sleep without lingering your arm around her limbs, please don’t let her go. She has a sense of humour you’ll never find in anybody else. She’s so funny, a dark and honest humour that will make you laugh until your stomach hurts. She’ll love to laugh, make her laugh. She throws her head back and her hair brushes off her shoulders and her eyes light up so bright it’s indescribable, you’ll know what I’m talking about. She’s insecure, heartbreakingly so. She always has been and she probably always will be. She’ll put the duvet over her body and she’ll turn the other way if you look at her for too long, but she is beautiful. In every light, in every season, at every time of day and in every dimension of the universe, she’s beautiful. Remind her, every day. She’ll blush and shrug it off but she’ll smile when she thinks about it lying in bed that night, and that’s worth the stars in the skies. Lastly, she doesn’t give second chances. She didn’t give me one. I didn’t deserve one but I’ll never stop wishing I got one. At every opportunity, kiss her in the street, buy her flowers (she loves orchids), dance with her at parties and don’t break her heart. Please don’t break her heart. Because that’ll end up breaking yours twice as bad. You’ll fall asleep to the sound of her closing the door behind her and you’ll never fucking forget it. Love her, because she’ll love you. She doesn’t do anything in halves, she’ll love you whole heartedly and she’ll do it so very gracefully. Love every single one of her flaws, if you ever manage to find any, love her how she deserves and don’t make my mistake. Yours truly, I lost her”

— blue-delusion 

(via wnq-writers)

betterloveforme:

“Once I stop caring you’re not getting it back. I’ll be cold as ice, I promise.”

— You get what you deserve
Apr 3, 2015 (via iwrite-myheart)

achingchest:

“i found other ways to fill myself up when you left. at first, it was alcohol and drugs and one-night stands. it was driving fast and smoking cigarettes until my lungs caught fire. it was coming home at 2 a.m. crying, wondering how the hell i am going to survive this. but slowly, it became nights out with my good friends. it became ice cream and talking to my mom and exercising and being on time for my therapist appointments. it became picking myself off the ground and shaking the dirt off. at some point, it turned from self-destruction to healing. and healing was worth it. it always will be.”

—

closetsareforclothess:

“If you ask people why they drink then you haven’t kissed a person who made your legs weak and your arms numb and sent your mind spinning in different directions. Then you’ll do shot for shot until you can get that numbness back into your body. And match the liquor that was once their lips.”

— Drunk on you (via ccontemporary)

(via closetsareforclothess)

quotemadness:

“The best revenge is to improve yourself.”

— Ali Ibn Abi Talib

sunflorally:

you will never be too much for the right person: not too clingy, not too needy, not too loud, not too shy, not too caring, not too concerned. they may need their space from time to time, but you will never have to worry if you’re being overbearing.

(via t-riste)

permeate:

I have sex with you a lot in my head

(via t-riste)

prettyblanco:

sometimes they don’t love you, they love how you love them. read that again.

(via t-riste)