Fake boobs. Fake tans. Fake hair. Fake nails. Fake friends. Fake laughs. Fake skin. Fake lips. Seriously, if you are talking about a MILF in Orange County, you are talking about a woman who does not have a single thing real about her in most cases. They drive hot cars, they flirt with high school boys, they try and be the cool moms who supply the alcohol, they look like a life sized barbie doll... that is old... and married in most cases. Of course, 50% of marriages end in divorce now. But the only reason a man would divorce an infamous Orange County Milf is if she was just too fake to even live with.
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Personally, i never really wanted to look orange! sometimes you look at these girls and it's like seriously? did you roll around in a barrel of doritos or something? you are a mess. i am basically albino- there is very little pigment in my skin so i'm used to being white. i think being orange like an oompa loompa is just stupid looking! i'm all for being tan and all but i don't want to look like someone took a can of orange paint and dumped it all over me. i think that just looks funny
hi :) i have a couple for you. 1) favorite drinks at starbucks 2) where do you buy your makeup 3) do you like shopping? where? 4) cutest date you ever went on 5) phobias 6) what do you hate about mornings 7) do you have a crush on anyone right now
i love drinking chai lattes, skinny cinnamon dolce lattes, passion fruit iced tea with raspberry sweetener. sooo yummy! i buy my makeup from bobbi brown, MAC, and sephora. I live in sephora though. i love shopping! nordstrom, arden b. , steve madden, urban outfitters, ANGL, random places but those are just a few. I am deathly afraid of spiders. Like seriously, i scream even when i see little ones. I hate waking up and having it be cold when you have to get up. i also kinda hate eating in the morning it makes me feel yucky. and kinda :)
i am currently making some changes in my life. if you don't hear from me anymore, you're probably one of them
so you crash a party where everyone there doesn't like you. you argue about alcohol. you lie about where you live when they don't let you drive home. then you come back to the house and say that you were just going to sleep there.i knew that you were stupid. but damn, you keep breaking your record every day.
you bought your kid a $30,000 car. he totals it. you get him another car. he totals that one too. why the fuck would you keep buying this kid cars when all he does it race them, crash them, and hurt himself in them.
The moon. I have always been drawn to it. Connected, in some inexplicable way. A silent kinship. There’s the moon, asking to stay. All my life, I’ve regarded it with a solemn reverence. For the tempestuous storm it brews. The ebb and flow. Love, lust, and longing. Sorrow and anguish. Strength and hope. Brazen resilience. An image of change. Of life itself. Birth and death and rebirth. Continuous incontinuity. Everything amounts to this enormous beauty I know I will never fully be able to grasp. In all this, the moon reflects the heart of life. The kaleidoscope flux of the soul. The moon. It’s a cause for introspection. A mirror of who I have been, and a promise of who I can become.
I changed when you came into my life. Time and experience had left me rough around the edges. I learned to get on, without needing anything or anyone else. I never wanted to be different or try and be better for any other person. But then you happened. You showed me what it was to love. How beautiful it could be to share something like that with another person. And then I wanted to be better for you all of the time. For some reason, I was never able to do it. It took losing you for me to realise what an awful person I had become by the end of our relationship. I couldn’t see it then, the way I do now. The truth is that I mistreated you. I was selfish, unreasonable, and immature. You did not deserve it. I need you to know how sorry I am for who I was. I want you to know that I know I was unfair to you, and that I regret it deeply. For as much as I loved you, I never ever should have treated you the way I did. I am so sorry. I don’t know how or why I became that person, but she isn’t someone I would recognize now.
When our relationship ended, I found myself down a passage of self-reflection, the depth of which I had never before traversed. I had to come to terms with the faults and weaknesses I began to see within me. I realised that I had neglected a lot of people in my life. I had spent most of my life unable to see anything beyond my own stupid hang ups. I was so self-involved and intent on shutting out the rest of the world, that I had failed to give those I loved what they deserved from me. I don’t think I truly understood what guilt felt like until that point.
I used to think a lot about the people I didn't have in my life anymore. Of those, there were some that the circumstances of life took from me, and others that I let fall away. It was faith that made me believe that you would never become one of those people. I had spent too much time grieving over the ones who had left, and I reminded myself to be grateful for those that remained. I always tried to make sure I appreciated your presence in my life. I guess somewhere along the way, I lost sight of that. I’ve learned too much from life to ever make that mistake again. When we were together, it was because of you that I wanted to be a better person. Throughout your absence, that sentiment remains. And I owe it to you. You were always there for me. I don’t have words to express how much you’ve taught me about love, faith, and what it means to be a good person. Thank you.
The last thing I want to tell you is how much you meant to me. I will never forget our time together. You changed my life. And if I know anything at all, it’s that what we had was real. My love for you was true. And I loved you the best way I knew how. I haven’t said it with a lot of words or any poeticism, but there it is. As honest as I can say it.
and i come with imperfections. epitome of perfection. if you can't understand, loving the way i am. then you're no good for me
she's the girl that believes that what comes around goes around. the one that hopes for a better day. the one that won't give up on you. she's the girl that's unlike the rest. the one that spent her days smiling, and her nights crying. she's the girl that would love to be loved. the one that looks so damn strong, but feels so weak. she's the girl that picks herself up every time she falls.
never leave sometime good to find something better because once you realize you had the best, the best has found better
when love is lost, do not bow your head in sadness; instead keep your head up high and gaze into heaven for that is where your broken heart has been sent to heal
i'm in hell now and no one else, but myself has drag me here and no one, but myself will get me out of here
i'm afraid it's already been said
someone else has put pen to paper
and my thoughts have already been read
memory is a complicated thing, a relative to the truth, but not its twin
So my family is trying to eat better, the only problem is, i don't really like it. ya, ya sure it's not good to eat what you want all the time but its summer and eating bad for you food is good sometimes. so she put onion dip in a bowl with veggies. it was basically still there after a few hours. if there were chips there instead of celery and carrots and bell peppers and cucumbers the whole bowl would be gone in like 2 minutes. i need to find a way to be better without pigging out... hmmm
because you guys asked:
some people have been wanting me to blog about certain things lately, so i decided to make a formspring specifically for that. you guys can ask me what i think about stuff or tell me if you want me to blog about something and i'll blog about what you guys want me to blog about!
keep in mind: i am not going to answer questions that are a waste of my time. and this is a formspring for my BLOG not for every little detail about my life. so please take that into consideration before you start asking stupid questions.. if you do that i might have to make fun of you or you will be ignored :) Just trying to make this fun for you all too since it is summer time!!
don't fall in love with someone who doesn't love you back. don't give your heart to someone who is going to walk away from you. there is only so much time you have to live, so why would you waste the seconds of your day loving someone who hardly knows your name or what it feels like to hold your hand. why would you spend minutes,hours, days- crying over someone who doesn't even know how to love. it's a waste of a life, it's a waste of time.
expect nothing from anyone because expectations will always lead to disappointment.
" i love you without knowing how, or from where. i love you simply, without problems, or pride: I love you is the way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you; so intimate, that your hand upon my chest is my hand; so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close "
Gabriel Garcia Marquez, "One Hundred Years of Solitude"
life is so much better when you stop caring what dumb, materialistic bitches think
You know why girls have so many insecurities? It's because we have to be sexy. We have to be sexy. We have tot be a great friend or an amazing girl friend. We have to weigh 100 pounds to look like the Victoria's Secret models. We have to find the perfect dress so no bitch would have the same one on homecoming or prom night. We have to look fucking amazing because we want at least one guy to look at us and think "Holy shit, She's beautiful." it's boys that keep us down when we're not good enough. Well, I have fucking news for you: If i am not good enough for you, then you're missing out on a girl that waited for you and would do anything and everything for you.
FACT OF THE DAY: most of the laugh tracks you hear on television were recorded in the 1950's, which means a lot of the people you hear laughing are dead.
you're the smile on my face. you're the light that brightens the dark. you're my anywhere any time at all. you are the hand in mine when the world is falling apart. you are the stars in my sky. you are the breathe on the sheets. you are my will to be weird. you are the sun in my eyes. you are the fight in my heart. you're my motivation to get up in the morning and the reason I can sleep at night. You're my everything.
things that i love.
seeing the sun after it's been raining all day
when you turn on the TV and you find your favorite movie on
when you put your ipod on shuffle and a song you forgot about comes on
when he kisses my forehead
getting lost reading a good book
when your clothes come out of the dryer and they're all warm and smell good
when the song you are listing to describes the situation
finding someone who gives you butterflies
getting a good grade on a test when you are doing bad in a class
embarrassing nick names
swimming with someone you like in the rain
warm nights when you can sit outside without having to bundle up
blasting music as loud as you can because it makes you want to dance
barbecues with the family
hotel shampoo and conditioners
when he kisses my hair
falling asleep to the sound of rain
racing down the beach
wearing old tee shirts
hitting the snooze button
cute waiters when you are out with your girls
making jokes with people at their jobs.. it gets boring at the bank
perfume that you absolutely love
sleeping during the day
new bikinis in the jacuzzi
wearing his clothes
getting letters in the mail
when it's cold and you make tea and cuddle on the couch
when someone plays with your hair
being clever when you sign yearbooks
opening your wallet and having a bunch of money
silly dates that make you smile days later
meeting new friends
buying too much ice
always being bare foot
soft serve ice cream
dancing in the sprinklers
when he holds your hand and doesn't let go
eating ice cream out of the carton
stealing his jackets
when strangers smile at you
going to movies at the park with someone you like
the feeling you get after you laugh so hard you can't breathe
sitting on the beach after the sun goes down
driving around with the top down and blasting music
making random animal noises
singing along badly on purpose
talking to pets like they understand what you are saying
when the music is so loud you can feel the bass pumping through your veins
good morning text messages and good night phone calls
hugging people taller than me
staying up too late just to talk to talk to the person you like
when your bed is the most comfy place in the world
inside jokes that make no sense
making fun of horrible movies
laughing until you cry
being tickled randomly
getting your nails done because it makes you feel pretty
cartoons in the morning
making lists just because
" that's the thing about girls, every time they do something pretty, even if they're not much to look at or even if they're sort of stupid you fall half in love with them and then you never know where the hell you are "
sometimes you've gotta deal with the things you hate for the people you love ;)
i just wanted you to tell me that you cared. i didn't need you to tell me that you were in love with me, or that i was the best, i just needed to know that it mattered... that i mattered. you never told me. so i walked away. and now you left me thinking "what if" what if i had stuck around. what if you were perfect and i walked away. what if you were everything i wanted- everything i needed and i gave up too soon.
haters don't hate you. they hate themselves because you're a reflection of everything they wish they could be.
urban dictionary words
the consumption of food undertaken to avoid a dull arduous task, irrespective of hunger levels or the time of the day
Mark: man, this history paper's taking me forever... i could go for some guacamole and spicy dip on crackers...
John: Dude, you ate lunch half an hour ago. quit procrastineating and get back into it!
when one person thinks you are best friends, but you in turn consider another to be your best friend. this chain can involve many until two agree upon their mutual bestiship
patrick wanted to be best friends with erik, but erik considered John to be his bestie. john thought kate was his bestie but kate is actually besties with karen. karen and kate often laugh at so many unrequited besties within their circle of friends and are so happy they have each other as true best friends
someone (or something) that is better online than in real life
i've met him in real life. he is really blow average without the netglow
the indecipherable language taught in MBA factories where the user has mastered the art if using large, multisyllabic words to make meaningless, intelligent sounding action statements
the presenter stated in MBAese, "We are aggressively leveraging existing assets to affect a paradigm shift interdepartmental synergy."
word up, kids?
what your mom says when she's trying to be cool. you know she says it.
"Word up kids? yo yo yo the notorious M.O.M. is in the house, homeyz! better eat your veggies before i bust a cap on yo white ass." ------ "Your mom is fucked up dude."
You don't like me? call 1-800 i d o n t g i v e a f u c k
i love trying to get something done before the microwave gets to zero. i will be doing something and full on run to the microwave to turn it off before it hits zero. one second left. run run run. stop. no beep. mission accomplished.
this is why everyone hates girls
pinkberry has this salted caramel flavor that i got last night and i thought it was going to be gross maybe but it was so good! i don't know why the idea of putting salt on ice cream sounds completely disgusting (normal combo right?) but something about it actually made it really good. weirddddd combination but it was yummy
if you were happy before someone
you can be happy after they are gone
so the reason that i have not been on as much lately is because i have been studying for finals. as all of you know, finals week is a completely pointless time where you get stressed out, have headaches every nice, and have twitching eyes from sleep deprivation. it is an absolutely marvelous experience
thoughts on satan... well... i don't talk to my ex any more, so i don't really have any thoughts on satan. that is a really good question though. i wonder what satan's last name is. did he just drop it and shorten it to satan when he was known world wide for being the fucked up symbol of hell and evil or something? kinda like usher and beyonce and shakira. what the hell did they do to get famous? run around a stage sweating and singing? SATAN IS KNOWN FOR BEING THE RULER OF ETERNAL HELL. i think that says something.
i when you are at the movie theatre and you don't know what arm rest is yours so you don't end up using either of them because you feel awkward and then the person ends up using both of them. it is so strange. it's almost like we should have designated arm rests because it would save so much confusion and awkwardness. like what if you are using an armrest and then the person next to you doesn't see your arm and you bump into each other and you both move your arms. then no one gets it. when you are sitting there, you don't want to have your arm against the old guy with his wide sitting next to you who smells like old men's cologne and cats. that is just weird.
i understand that my room is a mess. yes, it does look like a bomb exploded or a tiger walked through my room and tore random clothes out of the closet and threw papers in the air and knocked things off of the desk and the bookshelves. i live in an organized chaos. that's the way i like it
i find it cute when couples act like best friends
"people are often unreasonable and self-centered. forgive them anyways. if you are kind, people may accuse you of ulterior movies. be kind anyway. if you are honest, people may cheat on you. be honest anyway. if you find happiness, people may be jealous. be happy anyway. the good you do today may be forgotten tomorrow. do good anyway. give the world the best you have and it may never be enough. give your best anyway."
my anaconda don't want none, unless you've got buns, hun.
if someone did this for me. i might possibly marry them.
his pledge: i will kill the spiders. i will share my friends with you when you've finished all yours and you are still hungry. i won't ever pop my collar. i will never be rude to your tummy when i hear it growl i promise i will bend down and reply respectively. i will eat the mushrooms when we order the supreme pizza. i will kiss the papercuts. and the door-slammed finger. and the counter-bumped hip. i'll try hardest not to get annoyed when you whisper questions and comments during movies. i will be the big spoon. i will let you win at wrestling sometimes. other times i will not. i will go faster. harder. i will pull when you want and tease you when you don't. i will send you random texts and leave you silly gifts. not always. not on schedule. just whenever i want to. whenever i think you need one. or seven. i will check your tire pressure. and remind you to take your car in. i will love you. i will love you. i will love you.
i hate the moment when the pledge of allegience starts being said on the announcements and you look down and realize that you are awkwardly kinda grabbing your boob. its just a weird place to have to put your hand with a bunch of guys that can't stop staring at your boobs in the first place.
lollipops turn into cigarettes. the innocent ones turn into sluts. homework goes in the trash. detention becomes suspension. mobile phones are used in class. soda becomes vodka. bikes become cars. kisses turn into sex. remember when getting high meant swinging at the playground? when protection meant wearing a helmet? when the worst things you could get from boys were cooties. dad's shoulders were the highest place on earth, and your mom was your hero? race issues were who ran the fastest. the only drug you knew of was cough medicine. the most pain you felt was when you scraped your knees. goodbyes were only until tomorrow. we couldn't even wait to grow up...
so i taught my sister how to make good sandwiches. she kinda sucked. like she hit the knife on the bread to spread the mustard and mayo and she broke apart the meat and so i took the plate from her made the sandwich all pretty,cut it in half and even got the little toothpicks with the colorful ends and i put the chips on the plate and it was all perfect. she proceeded to tell me that i would be a good wife. i told her that i hate cleaning. she walked away and said at least you know how to make sandwiches. now she is in sandwich making boot camp.
He's not perfect. you aren't either, and the two of you will never be perfect. but if he can make you laugh at least once, causes you think twice, and if he admits to being human and making mistakes, hold onto him and give him the most you can. He isn't going to quote poetry, he's not thinking about you every moment, but he will give you a part of him that he knows you could break. don't hurt him, don't change him, and don't expect more than he can give. don't analyze. smile when he makes you happy, yell when he makes you mad, and miss him when he's not there. love hard when there is love to be had. because perfect guys don't exist, but there's always one guy that is perfect for you.
is just a nice way of saying
"let me look at your ass while you walk in front of me"
unless your name is GOOGLE,
stop acting like you fucking know everything.
if you've ever been in love
you'll know the feeling. how you feel insane and time passes so slowly when you're not with them. how they dominate your thoughts and you can almost feel them with you. how you can't help but smile when you know they're thinking about you. How when things aren't going well it drives you insane, and you can't seem to think straight. How when they're not yours, you miss them so much, and you feel that dull emptiness in your chest. most of all, you'll know how they're literally everything to you, and nothing can change that
i go from school to school. i have so many groups of friends. but i will never forget the memories i had in each place and all of the laughs i had. i am losing some of my best friends very soon and i never want to let them go, but sometimes you have to let them start a new chapter in their lives. I love you guys so much. thank you for making me laugh until i cried. getting food with me so i wouldn't have to eat alone. thank you for driving me around and blasting music with the windows rolled down with me and for eating cheetos with me. thank you for picking me up when i fall down. hugging me when i need it most. bringing me coffee when i am dead in the morning and keeping me up all night long. thank you for the pictures that can never be posted and nights i will never forget. thank you for getting your nails done with me and being my everything. thank you for messing up my hair and pushing me around because you are like my brother. thank you for tickling me and for going to the beach with me even though i am albino. you guys are all wonderful.
his ex girlfriend had this weird fetish. she used to like to dress up as herself and then act like a fucking bitch all the time.
that awkward moment when someone you don't know adds you on facebook and they message you asking who you are and you were like "Bitch you added me!"
it's funny how big of an impact you have on me. it's like when i see you, you don't even have to speak. all you can do is smile, and it can make my day, and then that's how i remember my reasons for loving you.
my best friend graduated high school yesterday. i think i am in mental shock that i saw her walk up, have her name called, and be handed her diploma. it is crazy to me. i never really realized how fast time moved, but im starting to.
i love when you come home. walk upstairs. put my pajamas on. get a snack and some lemonade or something. go lay on the couch. flip on the TV. watch some stupid pointless show like the bachelorette and chill.
if you don't like me then don't waste my time pretending that we have something special together. it isn't good for either of us and i sure as hell don't wanna deal with it. so do me a favor and walk away now instead of bullshitting me and walking away later
you promised me you will never change
just because you fall once
doesn't mean you're gonna fail at everything
keep trying, hold on, and always,
always, always believe in yourself
because if you don't,
then who will?
I feel like i need everyone more than they need me.
i miss when the only type of racing was seeing who could ride their bike the fastest down the street. i miss sneaking loli pops and fruit rollups from the pantry- now people sneak money and alcohol. school consisted of work sheets asking what you wanted to be when you grew up, and you had high hopes and dreams. now we have piles of books and the biggest hope we have is graduating from high school. we had crushes and chased each other around the playground, holding hands maybe just for a moment or keeping a stare for a few seconds longer. now we are trying to find someone to make us happy and running around parties, chasing someone that you are interested in, hoping that they'll notice. the holding hands turns into kissing and sex and the innocence is gone. fighting with your parents meant being put in time out for 2 minutes and now it involves getting grounded or even thrown out of your house. back then when you cried, it was because someone stole your crayons or because you fell down and scraped up your knees and hands. now when you cry it's because someone stole your heart or because you can't handle all of the pressures that come with being a teenager. things change. people get older. growing up you wanted to be older. but looking back, all you want is to be a kid again and live life carefree. we are all in such a rush to grow up, but as soon as its gone you realize what you let slip through your fingers.
fuck you, i will find somebody better
all i know is that you're so nice
you're the nicest thing i've seen
i wish that we could give it a go
see if we could be something
i wish i was your favorite girl
i wish you thought that i was the reason you are in the world
i wish my smile was your favorite kind of smile
i wish the way that i dressed was your favorite kind of style
i wish you couldn't figure me out
but you always wanna know what i was about
i wish you'd hold my hand
when i was upset
i wish you'd never forget
the look on my face when we first met
i wish you had a favorite beauty spot
that you loved secretly
cause it was on a hidden bit
that nobody else could see
basically, i wish that you loved me
i wish that you needed me
i wish that you knew when i said two sugars,
actually i meant three
i wish that without me your heart would break
i wish that without me you'd be spending
the rest of your nights awake
i wish that without me you couldn't eat
i wish i was the last thing on your mind
before you went to sleep
look, all i know is that you're the nicest thing i've ever seen
and i wish that we could see if we could be something
yeah i wish that we could see if we could be something
the shit you hear about me might be true but then again it could be as fake as the bitch who told you
it's cool. it's not like i have feelings anyways
i can't wait for the days where we can walk around our apartment in just our underwear and stay in bed all day if we want. we'll shower together every morning and make cute dinners and watch movies. then, at the end of the day, we can all asleep in each other's arms knowing we'll still be next to each other when we wake up in the morning. it will be perfect.
look at you. you're young. and you're scared. why are you scared? stop being paralyzed! stop swallowing your words. stop caring what other people think. wear what you want. kiss who you want. eat what you want. say what you want. listen to the music that you want to listen to. play it loud as fuck and dance to it. go our for a drive at midnight and forget you have your school in the morning. stop waiting for friday. live now. do it now. take risks. tell secrets. this life is yours.
taking a moment to say thank you to all of those men and women serving our country. you never really realize how much that they have to lose until you have one of your own going in to serve their country, our country.
letting go doesn't mean giving up, but rather accepting that there are things that cannot be
life is too short to wake up in the morning with regrets. so love the people who treat you right and forget the ones that don't and believe that everything happens for a reason. f you get a chance, take it. if it changes your life, let it. nobody said that it'd be easy, they just promised that it would be worth it
in- n- out is amazing
never hate those people who are jealous of you but respect their jealousy because they are the ones who think that you are better than them
i want to be the girl who he thinks is the cutest. not necessarily the "hottest" or the "prettiest", but the cutest. because being "hot" refers to the body, and God knows mine isn't perfect. "Pretty" refers to the face and I know plenty of girls that are prettier than me. But being "cute" is referring to every imperfection that he loves. Every weird little habit. The funny little things that make me different from every other girl he could have. Like how I have a dorky laugh, I can't watch scary movies alone,or the way my hair smells. I want him to like me for the nights where I don't want to fall asleep because I would rather be talking to him or the freckles on my cheeks. All of the little things that he notices and adores. I want to be that girl
dreams are always crushing when they don't come true. but it's the simple dreams that are often the most painful because they seem so personal, so reasonable, so attainable. you're always close enough to touch, but never quite close enough to hold and it's enough to break your heart
hey, you're pretty cute. too bad you're an asshole.
once you have been hurt, you are so scared to get attached again, you have a fear that every person is going to break your heart
i wish i was what you wanted
more than a friendship less than a relationship
set your alarm. get up bright and early. pull on a baggy top and jogging bottoms. go outside, no matter what the weather. walk for 10 minutes. skip for 5 minutes. jog for 5 minutes. then turn around and walk back. nice and early, with no one around. then get back home again. cut yourself some fruit. apples. oranges. mangos. all in. add a little yogurt for a healthy start to the day. go and pour yourself some water. fresh water, ice cold. refreshing. go upstairs. turn on the shower. wash your hear with nice smelling shampoo and matching conditioner. wash yourself with body lotion. come out of the shower. dry yourself off. slather yourself in body butter. you smell nice, clean, innocent, pure. put something nice on. a pair of jeans, a top. your favorite bra and panties. towel dry your hair, leaving it damp to dry naturally. all natural. go to the mirror. look at what you see. don't like it? pick out three things that you love. your beautiful eyes, your shiny hair, your tinted cheeks. go downstairs. ignore the kitchen you've already had breakfast. get a glass of water. paint your nails. read a book. go for a walk. call your friends. spend some time with your family. spend some time outside. you know this will be a beautiful day. the sun might not be shining, but you are. this day will be perfect. this day will be the most perfect day you've had so far. no binging. no purging. no cutting. no hating. only loving and laughing and living. you can do this.
be confident. too many days are wasted comparing ourselves to others and wishing to be something we aren't. everybody has their own strengths and weaknesses, and it is only when you accept everything you are- and aren't- they you will truly succeed.
people change. they end up having nothing to say to each other, even if they were best friends the year before
the horrible feeling you get in the pit of your stomach when you walk past someone you used to be in love with. who you spent every moment with, thought about all the time, talking to every second you are awake. the person who held your hand and held you so tight that you never wanted them to let go, who kissed your hair and said they loved you and made you laugh until your stomach hurt. they are the one that killed spiders for you and kept you up while you were about to fall asleep on your kitchen table while you are studying and cuddled with you in bed and watched movies and didn't have to be doing something- they were just happy to be with you. they knew your coffee order and ate what you wanted to eat at restaurants because they want you to have what you wanted to eat for dinner, even if it wasn't their favorite thing. They are the ones that went on walks with you and hugged you when you were crying. They are the one that was your everything. it is a horrible feeling when you walk past them in the hallway and you don't even look at each other. you look right through each other like you never had anything. when they used to be your everything. it hurts when you realize that someone that you used to know so well is now someone you knew.
it's kinda fucked up isn't it?
how all of a sudden, someone just wakes up and decides to never talk to you again. no reason. no explanation. no words said. they just leave you hanging like you never meant shit to them, and what hurts the most is how they made it look so easy.
truth is, i get jealous easily because what's mine is mine. i'm stubborn as hell, i say sorry too much. i act like i don't give a fuck because i care too much. i over analyze the smallest of things and probably come off as a bitch to simply guard myself.
i hate when you really like someone, and no matter how much you don't want to like them, how much you don't want them to hurt you, how much you don't want them to walk all over you, or feel pain, or cry for them- you can't get them out of your mind. you feel attached to them. It is honestly the most sickening feeling in the world- knowing that you are going to get hurt and anticipating it. it only happens when someone really special walks into your life. its a fuzzy feeling. it's exhausting. but it doesn't matter because you won't be able to let go
a few simple tips: don't promise when you're happy, don't rely when you're angry, and don't decide when you're sad
that feeling you get when you see his name appear on your phone
the worst feeling is when someone makes you feel special, then suddenly leaves you hanging and you have to act like you don't care at all.
they told me never fall in love. it never works out in your favor. you're way too young. and right now, that's just human nature.
whenever you need me. whenever you want me. you know you can call me. i'll be there shortly.
sometimes we waste too much time to think about someone who doesn't even think about us for a second.
i got way too attached to you
the truth is you don't know what is going to happen tomorrow. life is a crazy ride and nothing is guaranteed.
the first person who's on your mind on the moment when you open your eyes after a long sleep is the reason either of your happiness or pain
your heart just breaks. that's all. but you can't judge. or point fingers. you just have to be lucky enough to find someone who appreciates you.
never make decisions when you're angry. or horny.
difficulty describing feelings to other people
i love when you meet someone and somehow, everyone else in the universe seems to disappear because you can not look at anyone else but that person, your thoughts revolve around them. and you hate it. it's obsessive. but you can't escape the butterflies you get in your stomach, the smile that creeps across your face, the nervous feeling in the pit of your stomach when you know that it's right. you know that you want to stay with this person for as long as they will let you. this is coming from a girl who avoids anything serious in most cases, who doesn't really care for the guys she's with in a way that would make a great relationship. so what is it about a guy that drives me crazy? i honestly don't know if there is a perfect guy in the world, but i am starting to realize what is actually important to me and what i like.
1. honesty- if you come right out and say it to me, you are going to be so much better off in the end. i hate liars and i hate cheats. if you aren't going to be honest, how can you expect me to trust you.
2. family man- i love a guy who is close with his family. i think it's cute actually. i love it when a guy has a younger sibling or family member who they adore, it shows that you aren't too cool to spend time with the kids, that you love them like nothing else and i think it's adorable. i love when you can tell that a kid is a guy's everything. family is a big part of my life so i want a guy who's like that too.
3.creative- i love when a guy comes up with something interesting to do. take me to the beach. take me ice skating. take me to some little ice cream shop. take me to a really pretty place. let's go paint something or make something or work on something together or help the community. something that a guy wouldn't usually take me to do is something that i love, because you remember it!
4. spontaneity- being spontaneous is possibly one of my favorite qualities in a person. i love when things are random and fun and unplanned, it's refreshing.
5. make me smile, make me laugh- if you can make me laugh, you are doing something right. i want someone to make me happy and that i can laugh with, i don't want to argue or have a boring relationship and i think if you are always having fun and laughing together your relationship is healthier
6. be able to talk about the serious stuff- i need someone who isn't afraid to talk about the deep stuff. i think that you should be able to confide in the person you are with with serious things that are going on or have happened and i think that if a guy can deal with a deep conversation or a few tears, he is a good guy. it's important to be able to have that.
7. support me- i am really into what i do, i love to write. i love to take pictures. i procrastinate so i need motivation. i need someone to push me and support me, don't be a jerk and put down what i do and joke around over something that you should be supporting me on.
i bet she's beautiful, that girl he talks about