Tweets

"I’m jealous." She wanted to say, but instead she held her tongue.

Instead, she muttered: “Other girls look at you like they want to eat you alive.”

He laughed a little at this, convincing her it was his smile that attracted so many admirers.

“I hate it. It makes me uncomfortable how they flirt with you and act as if I’m nothing.” She almost blurted out, but for fear of being labelled insecure and clingy, she was silent.

"Say something." He told her when she’d been still for what seemed an age.

And in her head she’d been trying to formulate words to tell him how much she loved him and how scared she was that he might pack up his bags one day and leave without a second thought.

She was never the most eloquent though, and the words just wouldn’t present themselves. So today, all she could manage was a laugh and change of subject, and he was none the wiser.


Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #20 (via blossomfully)
I refuse to keep being used.
June 1, 2014 (via shortsimplestories)
I can’t say that I hate you, because I don’t. And I can’t say that I’m done or that I’ll never talk to you again, because I know that I’m not. And I know that I will. But I can say that I hope and that I pray, that if you really care about me at all, like you claim that you do, that you will stop setting me up, that you will stop saying things that you know you don’t mean.
(via eespinoza)
it’s about who you miss at 2 in the afternoon when you’re busy, not 2 in the morning when you’re lonely.
(via babybastet)

(Source: canhappenlove)

actionables:

when you people like my selfies but don’t reblog them

image