I don't know who i dislike more, jennifer lawrence or her fans. " Lol french fries, burgers, I'm so normal, what even are boys omg, ahwdhdh awkward award speech arent i normal ugh id rather be sleeping." How her fans interpret it, " SHE IS ME, SHE IS SOMEONE WHO LEFT TUMBLR AND GOT FAMOUS, IM LIVING VICARIOUSLY THOUGH HER THROUGH A GOD DAMN COMPUTER SCREEN, MY LIFE HAS MEANING!" When you say you dislike her, they're immature enough to interpret that as " i dislike like you" thus they unfollow.

I'm more scared of my future than I am of death

He threatened to kill me one night, I forgave him with a kiss the next morning. He didn't even apologize.

my first boyfriend broke something inside me when I was 18. I'll be 21 soon and I don't recognize who I am. I steal from stores, I smoke weed weekly, I over drink, I forget to eat, I overuse adderall, I don't sleep, I have panic attacks regularly, my depression is crippling. I have no grasp on my world it's always slipping through my fingers like sand. he broke me

he came and went. it's been so long, and i've forgotten so much, but he left scars on my heart that continue to burn. they whisper to me in the darkness, warning me to shut out those who wish to polish them away with gentle kisses and kind words.

I was with a guy for two years, until he began to have feelings for someone else. And even after it ended, he toyed around with my feelings for a good two years. Though I tried to believe that things would work out, there came a point where I just couldn't lie to myself anymore. Sometimes you just have to force yourself to move on. It's complete shit at first, and it will be for a bit. But try to remember that everything happens for a reason. Something better is coming your way. Just be patient.

I feel like hearts are constantly broken. When the stranger you have fallen in love with on the train during the 20 minute ride into town gets off a stop early and you hadn't talked to them. That is a tiny crack in your heart. Every single tiny heartbreak from falling for someone in such a tiny time. Maybe not heart broken, just heart damaged.

A while back, I told you a story of the guy I liked and how I thought I was too weird and awkward to ever talk to him, but we've started hanging out and yesterday on Easter he took me to a little music show at a guitar shop in LA and asked me to be his girlfriend. I couldn't be more happy!!! Just wanted to tell you thank you for listening and telling me to go for it :)

I love it when he lays on top of me. even though im smaller than him. his weight pressed against me makes me feel safe. when we sleep we start off together then drift apart but sometimes he'll reach over sweetly and tired and pull me in. his body is already so warm i fall asleep again faster than before. he'll wake up and speak to me softly asking if i want to sleep more. when i move a little it means yes so he'll kiss my ear and neck and spoon me until i wake up. hes the most wonderful reality

I thought at first that I was just looking for somewhere to put some affection. Then I thought it was just a silly crush. Then I figured I was dangerously close to obsession. I thought I was making it up. But then I realized how much I needed her, and after a year of not being able to get her off my mind, I realized I was in love. It's been almost 2 years, and she still doesn't know how my entire life revolves around making her smile.

I'm in love with someone I've never met before. But I get to meet him face to face for the first time next Saturday. I'm traveling 1550 miles by train to see him.

her eyes are small. but the crinkles around them frame them, even when she is not laughing. they show years of smiles, laughter and tears. they represent how her face moves to display her feelings. i like them because i can make those emotions dance across her face and because i can always tell what she is really feeling because her eyes can't lie to me. if only i could kiss them softly and tell her how much i love them, and how clearly i see them when i close my eyes to dream.

Limbs like French vanilla upon coffee coloured sheets, the dusting of freckles against extremities, across the bridge of your nose. Frost forming on glass windowpanes, brick walls growing cold. Breath clouding in the air, mingling, lips seeking refuge in the warmth of another. Fragments of you. Fragments of me. Winter nights and fragments of us knotted together with shaking hands.

how do you make out

He'll tell me I'm being silly, that I'm too fanciful, that I live in a dream, but then he'll come and hold me and ask to see where I rest my thoughts. He does not know that the only place I ever go to rest is in the delicate nape of his neck. Sometimes he buys me different versions of my favorite books, because he knows I like the smell of the paper. I love him so much that I am often unsure as to if I'm dreaming or awake. All I know is that I am happy and warm and home.