I wonder why you want to be friends with me, if your actions are speaking another language than what you’re saying.
You tell me you can change the way I feel, yet you want to keep a friendship between us.
I’d hate to go after someone that’s not trying to get into the same thing as me, but that’s just what I want.. I want him.
Yes. I’d rather spend all my time on him than to keep hanging out with all these dudes that smoke and have different intentions with me that are clearly not in my way of thoughts towards them.
I’d rather be able to talk every night and go to bed being the last thing on his mind, and wake up with the same feeling that I went to sleep with.. That feeling of him being the first thoughts as I wake up.
I’d rather smoke with him all day than to have these guys smoke me out all the time.
I’d just rather be with him, and it sucks to have to “go with the flow” for a second until I see exactly where his head is at when it comes to us.
This guy I work with is always trying to hang out with me, and for some reason we seem to hang out really late. You can’t get mad at me for saying “well I’m going to sleep so hit me up tomorrow” at 3 am.
Also, if we’re friends, why would you offer in taking off the sweater I’m currently wearing for me? I know I said I’m hot, but if I wanted to take my sweater off I would’ve done it already.
Then he proceeds with the whole “you know, I am a nice person.”
Like, shut the hell up.
Guys irk me.
Love at first sight,
I want to hold that feeling when I know it’s right.
I want to be starstruck,
Feel the way it is to run into luck.
To become someone’s only miss,
as if the feeling of “I need you” only exists.
To make a move and not let go of reality in itself.
And have no doubt in my mind I want this for my health.
Why do females like to watch shows about liars?
What is this?
Pretty Little Liars, then The Lying Game.. The fuck???
Somewhere in between the lies, the stories, and deceptions I lost myself
So far in my confusion that I wouldn’t want to go too deep back to make you understand.
I’m alone because I am gasping for help.
Wanting so much from one person, and for them to be okay with the fact I claim them as “my man”.
I want to be loved, but I want it just a bit more than I love myself.
And then I take 3 steps back and say “this is why I’ve been single for so long.”
Because no one has ever showed me the real truth, they always sing me the same old song.
And that’s when I end up doing it all wrong
And blaming my past ways in the reason I choose the single route to prolong.
So of course I’ll come back to Tumblr being my safe spot.
Oh, how I missed the privacy of completely venting my thoughts, feelings, and confusing bullshit I let myself go through daily lol.
sex is a complicated subject. like an octopus with tentacles stuck together, it refuses to flow properly. its never black and white, its gray mixed with emotions, regret, no satisfaction.. and deep confusion.
why can’t i just fuck casually and be happy like the rest of you. Instead i want sex with big long dangling strings attached.
^^^^
