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Delete her number.

Stop ringing her. Stop messaging her. Stop making excuses to see her, to drop by her place.

Erase her name from memory. Remove yourself from her life, more completely than you would like but as completely as she deserves. Move on, so that you can allow her to also move on. When you close your eyes, you don’t get to see her face. Not anymore. You don’t get to think about her lips, the warm glow of her skin when she rests next to you, or how she squeezes your hand in her sleep. You are not allowed to remember the smell of her perfume, that she only drinks mint tea (with two dollops of honey), or that she loves you.

She loves you.

She has been in love with you for too long.

So, forget how she says your name. Forget how she calls your name. Forget how she screams your name. Forget that time you got sick and she stayed up with you all night, letting you lay your head in her lap and holding a cold compress to your forehead. Forget how her hair feels in your fingers. Forget how she looks in your sweatshirts.

Forget her.

Know only that she existed at one point in your life, but relinquish all hope that she could exist at another point — sometime in the future that you are unwilling to specify because you don’t know what you want. Yet. It is not fair for you to swoop in and out of her life as you choose. It is not fair for you to say that you are satisfied with “things as they are” and you will have time to “figure it out” later. Let her stop investing emotionally in you. Let her pour that love and care into the people who deserve her.

Don’t tell her that you think about her all the time. Don’t tell her that it bothers you to hear about her with other people, but that you’re willing to understand as long as she likes you more than them. Don’t tell her that this isn’t the right moment but that there will be a right moment. There is not going to be a right moment. She shouldn’t have to wait for the right moment.

Don’t tell her that you can’t handle ultimatums, that you don’t like the idea of finally adding finality to your relationship — whatever still remains of it.

What you are telling her is that you want to keep her on as an option, that you are taking her for granted, that you want to know she will be there, that you can depend on her at the end of the day. When you find that no one else has stuck around or that those who have are less interesting, less thoughtful, or less doggedly loyal to you.

Doggedly loyal to you.

That is what she has been to you, for you almost as long as you have known her: a constant emotional crutch, the guarantee of stability, a safety net while you reachvout to grasp objects that sparkle and shine far greater than she does. All that glitters is not gold, haven’t you heard?

She is fire. You are ice, and you are afraid that her slow burn will smolder your cool, hard demeanor. That’s what has driven your decisions, your actions all along: fear. You are a coward. You are a hypocrite. You are terrified to let her go, but you are afraid she is too good for you, that she could drive you wild, that you would choke on her flames. That she is too much for you to handle right now.

Right now.

But if you choose not to love her now, you can’t choose to love her later.

Lauren Hooper (via fawun)

Goddamn.

(via kidzinlove)

So I unfollowed everyone, if you listen to these bands below reblog and like this and I will follow you all.(MUST FOLLOW ME)

fuckk-eat-kill:

- The story so far
-Neck deep
- This Wild Life
- Bring me the horizon
- A day to remember
-citizen
- Being As An Ocean
-Millie Tizzard

- D at sea


(ANYTHING POP PUNK RELATED)

skypestripper:

we all used to have 0 followers so don’t be an asshole to people with less followers than you

It’s Honesty Hour. Nothing Will Be Deleted, Ignored, or Unanswered.

times-like-these7:

sorelatable:

If your name is on one of these I just wanna let you know your parents are basic bitches with no creativity

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Sounds like someone’s sad they couldn’t find their name on a coke bottle

Dear future child
If it’s 3am and you find yourself in a world of complete despair
Please do not turn to strangers on the internet for solace as I did
Please climb onto my bed
And I will hold you until the demons sleep
If it is Thursday morning and you are too sad to move
I won’t force you
I will buy ice cream and we will watch your favourite tv show and I will remind you of your importance
If you feel as if you have no purpose
I will remind you that you were created entirely with love and every pain you feel, I feel too
When you’re sure you can’t go on anymore
I will tell you that when I was 21 I searched for peace at the bottom of a vodka bottle chased by a bottle of pain killers
But that five years later
When you were placed in my arms in the delivery room
I realised that you were why I had been holding on
Without realising it, you saved me, do you know how amazing that is?
So if you ever feel like grabbing that vodka bottle, put it down, we will get in the car and I will drive until the sky turns magenta
I will show you how the sun rises every morning to encourage you to rise too
Sweetheart I refuse to be unaware of your sufferings
As my mother was to mine.

— Your mental health is my priority. (via be-fearless-brave-and-kind)

I don’t know what to do anymore. I’ve tried so hard to keep my friends but I’m the only one trying sometimes. I get paranoid a lot and I know it’s annoying but I just don’t want to lose people. But maybe I’m meant to be alone..

thorsagod:

we all have dicks we regret sucking

chibisokka:

reblog if you ARE gay, if you SUPPORT gays, or if you like to OPEN people’s WINDOWS in the middle of the NIGHT and put DOZENS of GEESE in their BEDROOMS

marauders4evr:

lilyatethepizza:

thenotoriousscuttlecliff:

bubble-squash:

thatonenerdwhofangirls:

mr-egbutt:

wrestlingcrocs:

melancholy-d-r-e-a-m:

wrestlingcrocs:

ledzipline:

we need to sacrifice somebody so Ellen never dies

justin bieber

robin thicke

tony abbott

lawrence lockman

perez hilton

nash grier

This is quickly becoming the Hunger Games for douchebags 

THE 1ST ANNUAL DOUCHEBAG GAMES.

Hosted by Ellen

seizethesnapshot:

I wish “booty call” meant that when I call a girl late at night, she agrees to come over, and I sing to her until she falls asleep.

kadabbs:

Recent studies confirm that reading books and drinking tea doesn’t make you better than anyone else