Quotes added on Friday, April 28 2017

I ONLY

WRITE

WHEN

I AM 

FALLING

IN LOVE

OR

FALLING

A P A R T.

Format by destabilise.

 

MAY THESE

MEMORIES

BREAK OUR

FALL.

 

Dear girl who's been replaced, 
Just because he's already with a new girl, that doesn't mean you should feel like you've been replaced because the truth is it's impossible to replace you. He might think she's prettier than you, he might think her personality is better than yours, and he might think he's more compatible with that girl than he was with you, but don't let him take away how special you are in your own way, how unique you are in your own right, and how amazing you are in your own light. You shouldn't look at her and feel ugly, you shouldn't compare yourself to her and feel like you aren't good enough, and you shouldn't see how he loves her and hate yourself for it. He might not be able to see what you're worth, but you should know what you worth. He might not be able to recognize your value, but you should be able to recognize what your value is. He might not be able to realize what you deserve, but you should be able to give yourself what you deserve. Sure, he's already with another girl, but that doesn't mean you have to already be with another guy, too. Right now is the time for you to find yourself and pick up the pieces of yourself that were left broken by him. You don't need to be worrying about guys, let alone one who doesn't care about you anymore. I know you're feeling vulnerable, but don't be so quick to fall for the next guy who's there for you because you aren't ready to be with someone at the moment. If he's already happy because of another girl, good for him. He's no longer your problem. He's her problem. Let her deal with what kind of guy he truly is when she eventually finds out. Just focus on yourself, do you, and eventually you'll be the reason why you're happy.  

"Even though I walk through the valley and the shadow of death, I fear no evil, for thou art with me;
Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me." Psalm 23:4

A year ago, I realized I had a crush on my best friend.
Two months ago, I came out to her as bisexual.
Two and a half months ago, I kissed her.
Nearly a month ago, she officially became my girlfriend.

Thank you so much for being there for me.  
You've helped me get through so much, from panic attacks to being scared of being home.  
I love holding your hand in mine.  
I love the noises you make when I kiss up your neck.
I love how you make me feel safe.
I love that we're not scared of what (most) people think anymore.
We still haven't told our parents.  We're still scared of them.  
But I will always be there for you.  
They're never going to take you away from me.
I will always love you.

Haha I forgot about that crab. I'd like to think so.. I'd like to think there's still a chance for it. It's just so hard to see how long it'll be for us to make it happen.

School President
 

Jane Hunter and Mallen Eners.

 

 First started as a battle to see who was going to win the president election of their school.

 

Until they realized that they needed each other much more than that.

 

However, there is a single rule for this election that they both agreed to follow.

"Don't hate the player, hate the game."

 

-&-

 

"I hate you," he shouted, seeing the smirk tugging at the end of her lips. "You did me wrong, you used me, you instigated the anger within me, you made me look like a fool, you grabbed me and tossed me aside like some toy, I hate everything about you."

 

When he began marching towards her with his shoulder broadened, his teeth gritted savagely, that was when the smirk on her face finally dropped, fear settling in. They were alone in this room, and he could barely control himself.

 

He grabbed her waist and slammed her against the wall behind her, his palms pressed against the wall above her head. She caught her breath, but stayed silent, her nails scrapping the wall behind her.

 

 He avoided her gaze.

 

"I hate your long light brown hair that runs all along your back. I hate your green eyes that changes to blue in heavy lighting. I hate the way you have one side of your lip that is higher than the other when you smile. I hate the way you always lean on one leg when you stand, your hands in your pocket. I hate how you always know what to say. I hate how you always put your hair up in a bun. I hate your hands start trembling when your nervous, and you try to hide it. I hate how you never lotion your skin, and your hands are always cold-"

 

"Then why do you notice all that if you hate me so much," she muttered.

 

He paused for a moment, finally meeting her gaze. With all he had said, it was a shocking moment when she saw him lean forward, connecting his lips with hers as he gripped her jaw tightly, not allowing her to get away from his grasp. 

 

But she did not pull away either.

 

-&-

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