(Source: jolieing, via costofdreaming)
(Source: jolieing, via costofdreaming)
i’m really okay with this
but right now, i just can’t help it. maybe it’s because we’re not actually together, which means that there’s no sort of commitment at all. not even fake commitment. and maybe the fact that she’s his ACTUAL girlfriend. or was. idk. on a break. whatever that means…..
but really, the reason that i think it really bothers me, not only because i’ve liked him for a while and i know he loves her, but really because it was only this morning that he came over and woke me up to have sex and cuddle. and then he went out with her tonight. really dude? same day? ugh. and i just have this sinking suspicious(hello, jealously, i don’t see you often but you suck) that they’re still together….which means they’re probably also having sex. which is just not cool with me right now.
ugh. WHY DO I ALWAYS GET MYSELF INTO THESE SITUATIONS?!
19 is jailbait.
21 is my brother’s age. 21 i can deal with. 21 can be attractive and good.
19 is too young. 19 is a kid.
backstory:
one of the guys who was in the first art class i took with my roommate (and where i met her) is adorable. he’s a complete sweetheart. he always finds me and says…
just do it(:
though i’m not sure i’m the right person to give advice…
you only get a shit load of followers if you’re cute -__-
then YOU should get a shit load of followers(:
(Source: pitchblackglow, via giraffegiraffegiraffe)
or maybe i’m just lying to myself………but i’m apparently that girl. the thing is, as much as i try to talk myself into thinking i’ll be okay with everything and that we can still be friends if he goes back to his gf/ex/whatever, i probably won’t. i’m gonna be hurt. really hurt. and the longer we keep this up, the worse it’ll be.
YET, i can’t bring myself to break it off, cuz whenever i try….well, something else happens instead. hmph.
i’m not gonna be that girl.
ugh. i’m kinda confused. i can’t decide whether i WANT this to be a fling or not. but i really like him. grrrrrr
and i’m unable to say no.
it was 2:30 in the morning, i was drunk, and i really wanted to text him. but i didn’t!
maybe i do have some ounce of self control…
because i know there’s someone else thinking about him too. and she’s the one that deserves it.
but what kills me is that while he’s thinking about her, i know, at least part of that time, he’s thinking about me. but i definitely don’t deserve it.
the most interesting things i say are in my tags, not in my posts.
"i may be bad, but i'm perfectly good at it. sex in the air, i don't care, i love the smell of it. sticks and stones may break my bones, but chains and whips excite me."