-Unknown (via teenageblog)
I’m not going to be the girl you marry.
I’ll be the memory you have when you propose to her. As you slide that ring on her finger you’ll think about that time we got dressed in our swankiest threads and had a horrible time at that party so we came back home and sat in an empty bath tub drinking whiskey outta the bottle talking about our childhood dreams.
I’m not going to be the girl you marry. I’ll be that memory whenever you and her get in an argument. you’ll recall our first fight and the endless glares and icy tones. Repetition of words like RESPECT and WHY rung through the stillness of the air. We almost ended that night. Thankfully you stopped me from walking out of that door.
I’m not going to be the girl you marry. I’ll be that memory when you have your first child. When you and your wife are picking out names you’ll remember our talk about our future. Our apartment layout and first pet. A dog named Pascal because I’m allergic to cats.
I’m not going to be the girl you marry. I’ll be the girl you fall for when you are too young to understand what falling really is. You’ll fuck up and lose me. You won’t realize it until a while later. But when you do, you’ll think about me everyday. Forever.
it doesnt matter if youre a man kissing a man or a woman kissing a woman. it doesnt matter if a gender is kissing the other. as long as you kiss them tender and soft with eyes ever as loving… only then does that matter.
it’s strange how i can feel you so close yet you’re so far away.
i grow out of every relationship a stronger person, much more than i thought anyone could. i lose a fraction of myself in every heartbreak but yet i pull myself together for another. i am afraid to sleep at night. lately Fear takes over my entire being as i wake up with wetness in my eyes. i am tired of nightmares and self-diagnosed repressed emotions.
pls let me laugh myself awake tonight.