I don't fuck with no rumors

You can't expect to find peace in a place that haunts you.

So let's just patch up all our problems with band-aids and safety pins and some shots of whiskey or ice tea or whatever we got lots of

I'm not something to butter up and taste when you get bored (Halsey)

 It's funny how boys act as though they were always the victim.
Like, sorry, you're right victim blaming is so wrong, John, but only as long as it happens to men.  

Who wrote the book on goodbye?
There's never been a way to make this easy.
When there's nothing quite wrong but it don't feel right.
Either your head or your heart, you set the other on fire. 
(Lauv) 

 

You know what sucks most about being the one to break up?
You can never be the victim
You know what sucks most about being the one who loves less?
You know someone puts a lot of trust in you, you care deeply for them, maybe with all you've got, as though there was a competetion, but there isn't, and yet you're losing. 
You know that all you've got is not enough, that you get more than you give, that its unfair to receive all that, that you have to break up.
But you know what sucks most about that?
When you break up, and its for both of you, they are still the ones hurt most and you won't be able to fix that because, after all, you are still the one to blame. 

Be the lightening, not the thunder.
No one cares about loud words. 

It's kind of a funny story

I didn't post for almost a year. Why? Because I lived IRL. I fell in love for the first time. I found out he was a douche, but only after he already broke my heart, probably without knowing. I got my first male best friend. He fell in love with me. I didn't fall in love with him. We became a couple. I didn't fall in love with him. I graduated high school. I had very good grades. My first love finally paid attention to me. I broke up with my boyfriend. I applied to university. I made out with my first love. I faught with my first love. I didn't get a reply from my first love. Now I'm back. Posting again. Hopefully more consistently and hopefully more orginals.
Love x

You were my first love
I was your first kiss
Now you're the one I miss.
At my window there's a turtle dove
I want to shoot at it
I don't want to be kind
But I know I'd miss that hit
I scream too loud when I speak my mind. 

You have to see the difference between the story and the ending.
The story isn't bad just because it did not end well.

Being 18 is weird.
At 18 we've finished school.
We fell in love.
We've had our hearts broken.
We've gotten our driver's license.
And still we are called young and cute.
And the heartbreaks feel like they'll last an eternity.
But at the same time we still believe.
We look at our parents and see what we can have, or what we'll fight to avoid.
Our childhood might be over, but our lives are ahead.