“If people want to let you go, just let them do it. They may not understand who you are. So don’t play around with fire; don’t give them their cake and let them eat it too. Here is your rule of thumb: they either commit to you or get none of you.”
Am I the only one who didn’t know “Burn It To The Ground” is a Nickelback song? It’s making my break-up posts even more repugnant.
I’m so over you that I’m listening to the Taylor Swift songs about beginning relationships, as opposed to the ones about them ending.
You’d think that after 2 years the predicative text on my phone would know that I almost always mean ‘fucking’ and not ‘ducking’.
We got out of the cab and left everyone behind. The city looked blurry and felt foreign; it became a setting and the people around us were extras. I saw no faces. It was dark by then, and it wasn’t warm but it felt like summer. He took my hand and tried to convince me to go with him, like he always does when we are left alone. They usually don’t leave us alone. I don’t remember the first kiss, it had been a year but it wasn’t our first, so it wasn’t a surprise. We were not discreet. He held me up against the wall and told me how long he’d wanted to do this. He’s honest, even in the way he’s always looking at me.
He took me home and I made him shave with a cheap plastic razor. Then I took what wasn’t mine. I cried later, and he comforted me but it was his betrayal. He left early in the morning and I slept in his scent all day then changed my sheets.
Anonymous asked: you ignored me for ages
well i don’t know who you are, so i can’t do anything about that.