shesmysin

Apr 09

thunderpopcola: This is how you lose her.  You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely. You must remember when she forgets.  You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality, your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, and more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention. She remembers when you forget.  You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the  beauty that she is. When you make her feel that she is replaceable. She wants to feel cherished. When you make her feel that you are fleeting. She wants you to stay. When you make her feel inadequate. She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good. You must learn her.  You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to.  You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept. And, this is how you keep her.

thunderpopcola:

This is how you lose her. 

You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely.

You must remember when she forgets. 

You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality, your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, and more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention.

She remembers when you forget. 

You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the  beauty that she is. When you make her feel that she is replaceable. She wants to feel cherished. When you make her feel that you are fleeting. She wants you to stay. When you make her feel inadequate. She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good.

You must learn her. 

You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to. 

You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.

And, this is how you keep her.

(via fuzzyuglybunny)

Apr 05

“You have my permission not to love me;
I am a cathedral of deadbolts
and I’d rather burn myself down
than change the locks.” — Rachel McKibbens, “Letter From My Brain To My Heart” (via themedusa)

(Source: larmoyante, via dyingfiction)

Feb 01

virtual-heroin:

queen-of-bakerstreet:

ihuggedmikeyway:

aangnog:

pearlsandlockets:

aangnog:

we all masturbate in the same language

and what language is this?

loneliness

that was deep

so were my fingers last night

omg

(Source: growlithed, via wake-n-bacon)

Jan 22

you fucking me makes me bilingual

Nov 03

(via dykesinabox)

Jul 30

jdbstratford:

50 shades of i don’t give a fuck

(Source: jadinsmith, via jasperz-deactivated20121031)

Jul 20

Oksy - a combination of “okay” and “take it easy”. Moron is a term properly used to denote a category of mental retardation

enjoying the fuck out of one tremendously indifferent mode of existence,fortified with an illusory humane response.please remain calm.

Jun 06

lololol

May 18

You don’t get to call me a whore. When I met you, I thought I had found the person that I was going to spend the rest of my life with. I was done! All the girls and all the bars and all the obvious daddy issues, who cares? I was done. You left me.I’m all glued back together now. I make no apologies for how I chose to repair what you broke. You don’t get to call me a whore.