What a strange illusion it is to suppose that beauty is goodness.
I wonder if anybody’s actually had feelings for me, like actually got upset or mad over little things I did and got jealous and confused over me and thought about me on a regular basis. I feel like I’m the only person that ever really cares about anyone and that nobody’s ever felt that way for me.
Another crappy ass poem. (via i-want-to-go-down-swinging)
I just want someone that’ll make me laugh, go out for coffee, and partake in rough sex
I like him
What is it about him?
I ask myself.
Is it the way he looks?
Is it the way he dresses
Or is I just I have fooled myself into thinking that we are more than friends?
I like the way he speaks to me
The way he uses his words to cradle me
Almost like a baby that needs comforting after a fall..
I like the way he takes his time to help me… I like the way he smiles at me
I like the way he makes me feel special
I like him
But he likes her
do you ever get your period and just think about your recent behavior like wow that explains a lot