that feeling when you told someone about a book or a movie or an artist or a show and they tried to keep putting it off and putting it off and when they finally indulge in it they fucking love it and you’re like
literally me about almost all things.
(Source: anticishet, via pussy-flavored-ramen)
how to decode a person with an anxiety disorder
This is by far one of the most important things I’ve seen on tumblr because It describes things I was not able to
Can we just talk about how everyone should read this.
I cannot count freckles because there are none. Your complexion is a perfect shade of coconut with a black bush sitting atop. You are my favorite person I hate to love. I know the kind of guy you wish you were, but cannot be. You cannot fool me. Your poker face is really good and it can keep other girls guessing. I know exactly what that face means. I back off because I realize your past is taking root inside your head and the guy you don’t want to be is trying to come out. That crooked smile is a perfect one, but it’s not my favorite. My favorite is the wide boyish grin that comes unexpectedly. The one that you quickly hide away in less than ten seconds every time. You love to hold me because you feel needed. I need you, I do. I shatter every time you quickly let go when I reach for you. Boys like you are meant to be loved, not love. You’re doing a good job. You keep me an arm lengths away and sometimes even go so far as to put cities and states between us. I won’t let you go that easily. I hope she is keeping you occupied and if I did not make you feel like a whole person, I hope she is covering those holes I leave with her pure hands and untainted kisses. You have a past, but we share a history. I am holding onto every little memory because I know I will need these when you leave me here alone and move onto the other girl who’s heart has been untouched. The girl who’s got so much room for love and so much love to give. I hope she gives it all to you. It will hurt her just like it hurt me. I know she needs someone to give herself to; I know you need someone to give themselves to you. I’m not enough, she wasn’t enough, maybe she will be enough. I don’t know what you’re looking for but I know what you’ve been getting and all I can say is I wish I had been enough.
- about your future girlfriend