Time Hump Chronicles.

wnq-writers:

“To whoever is lucky enough to be her next, She’s jealous. Furiously, viciously, desperately jealous. It’ll annoy you, fuck, it’ll annoy you. But don’t get angry, learn to love it. It means she loves you, she cares. She cares so much. She’ll think every girl can see what she sees in you. She’s scared of the dark sometimes, she has nightmares, bad ones. Hold her. Hold her so tight, stroke her hair, kiss her forehead, and don’t sleep without lingering your arm around her limbs, please don’t let her go. She has a sense of humour you’ll never find in anybody else. She’s so funny, a dark and honest humour that will make you laugh until your stomach hurts. She’ll love to laugh, make her laugh. She throws her head back and her hair brushes off her shoulders and her eyes light up so bright it’s indescribable, you’ll know what I’m talking about. She’s insecure, heartbreakingly so. She always has been and she probably always will be. She’ll put the duvet over her body and she’ll turn the other way if you look at her for too long, but she is beautiful. In every light, in every season, at every time of day and in every dimension of the universe, she’s beautiful. Remind her, every day. She’ll blush and shrug it off but she’ll smile when she thinks about it lying in bed that night, and that’s worth the stars in the skies. Lastly, she doesn’t give second chances. She didn’t give me one. I didn’t deserve one but I’ll never stop wishing I got one. At every opportunity, kiss her in the street, buy her flowers (she loves orchids), dance with her at parties and don’t break her heart. Please don’t break her heart. Because that’ll end up breaking yours twice as bad. You’ll fall asleep to the sound of her closing the door behind her and you’ll never fucking forget it. Love her, because she’ll love you. She doesn’t do anything in halves, she’ll love you whole heartedly and she’ll do it so very gracefully. Love every single one of her flaws, if you ever manage to find any, love her how she deserves and don’t make my mistake. Yours truly, I lost her”

— blue-delusion 

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I’m not well. I haven’t been for longer than I have been willing to admit it.

I am so, so terribly tired. This isn’t the type of pain that goes away with a dozen kisses on the cheek or a playful bite. The sunrise looks like death every morning and I know you have seen it before, too.

If you need to kill me off or curse my name and send me to Hell, I need you to do that. It may not ever make sense to you but, my love was not enough for you.

Love was never an excuse to neglect you, drag you down, or shut you out. That’s what my love began to look like and I can’t continue to leave you to that.

I’m not myself. The man I was would never kill himself. The man I want to be would never shut you out. If I can’t be that man, I can’t live my life. I need help. I know I do but, being a shell of a man in a relationship that meant the world to us both is not the way to get there. I won’t mistreat you or neglect you, if I can do anything to stop it.

It won’t make sense to you. And I know it doesn’t feel right to me. But, I love you more than every drop of blood in my veins and I would never deny that. I would never keep you as a prisoner in anything that doesn’t stand to make you feel like the Queen you are.

I can’t keep repeating it. I want to rip my own heart out of my chest every time I say it: it won’t make sense to you but, I love you more than anything in the universe. I love you too much to drag you with me.

When I heal, maybe you will remember every word I ever said and possibly be haunted by every feeling I ever gave you— if you want that. If you will still bear to look at me. I just hope it’s not too late for either of us. I will never find anything as real as us.

And I would rather die.

lucidnee:

childishthot:

yall use faucet water for your cup of noodles ?

yes, you bougie bitch

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misguided-ghost21:

cnae-sayhey:

I receive that blessing & send it to everyone that follows me

And So It Is.

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