Girls who run with the wolves aren’t here for boys to love.
Everything you love is here
I’m breaking my bones
to fit into places I’ve
Whenever I lose a follower I always wonder what post they saw that made them go nope, fuck this guy.
friendly reminder that if we’re mutuals and you wanna exchange snapchat names or instagram or something you’re more than welcome (encouraged) to shoot me an ask
Just because two people are capable of deeply hurting each other over and over again does not make them passionate, star-crossed lovers. It makes them two people who keep doing terrible things to each other. Someone’s ability to make you completely and utterly soul-crushingly miserable does not mean they are a soul mate with some deep insight into your psyche. They are just someone who is really good at making you unhappy.
slow clap this out.
This past weekend my old roommate of 3 years and I met back up in our college town to get our apartment clean and ready for move out. We decided to turn it into a day event of cleaning, loud music, and day drinking. About halfway through the day, once a substantial amount of alcohol had set in, she stopped the music and looked at me. She told me that she wanted to thank me for showing her over the past 3 years that girls can not only compete with the guys in school, but beat them. That girls can be independent and strong without being cold. Apparently somewhere in our 3 years of living together I taught her what it really meant to be driven. I started tearing up. We didn’t become friends till our last year of college, and I honestly had no idea I had any impact on her at all. Her friendship has certainly forced me to grow as well. It’s rare that people grant you the gift of telling you exactly how you have changed them and I am so incredibly grateful for it.
If you want to achieve greatness, stop asking for permission.
You must not reduce yourself to a puddle just because the person you like is afraid to swim and you are a fierce sea to them; because there will be someone who was born with love of the waves within their blood, and they will look at you with fear and respect.
Wait for someone who bumps mouths clumsily with yours cos they’re too busy smiling to kiss you properly. Yeah. Wait for that.
Azra Tabassum (aka 5000letters)
I want to text you. Just to remind you that I’m still here.
But then I remember that you know I’m here. You just don’t care.