there is a huge difference between genuinely liking someone and liking the attention they give you and it took me a long time to realise that
Pros and cons of boys:
- Con: They’re dicks
- Pro: Their dicks
Dedicated to the past bitches.(via lovedreamliving)
I’m not the girl your mother warns you about.
I won’t kiss your best friend or break your heart.
I won’t make you choose between what you love to do & me.
I’m not cold. I’m not reckless.
I’m the girl your father mentions when your mom’s not around.
I’m the girl that gets away.
I will love you more than anything.
I will kiss you when you cry.
I will stand by your side until you decide otherwise.
And you’re just like your father, so you will.
You’ll let me go & I won’t look back,
But you will.
I promise you, you will.
I’m that girl.
One day it just gets better. There’s no explanation or reason why. You just wake up and you’re not angry anymore.
all these poems about people leaving and not one
about how I convinced myself to stay.
I know what you want to hear-
that I slayed the dragon and swallowed my demons
and laughed in the face of my nightmares
and lived happily ever after-
but the truth is much more ordinary.
the truth is I breathe through the pain
even on the days it whistles between my ribs
on every inhale every exhale
and I celebrate like hell on the days it doesn’t make a sound.