Confession: I’m drunk and I’m thinking about you. and I want to text you because I’m drinks upon drinks into the night. I’m horny and at the edge of loneliness.
Maybe I’m lying. Maybe I’m drunk and I’m thinking about you. and I want to text you because I miss you.
Please don’t forget me.
I miss you.
I’m scared of you leaving.
I miss you.
I’d rather come home drunk and stumbling into you already asleep in my bed.
Baby, did I tell you that I’m drunk and I miss you?
i just want a boy who touches me distractedly
like sitting watching a movie and he just kinds of drags his fingers over your skin while watching and he doesn’t have a motive he’s not trying to tickle you or be sexual with you he’s just touching your skin and feeling the shape of your bones under that skin like it’s physically comforting for him to know that you’re there right under his fingertips
oh fuck i didnt know girls liked when i did this
every time I see a post like this. and a comment under it by a boy who is happily surprised, it makes me realize that boys really aren’t lying when they say that they are oblivious as FUCK.
it’s both annoying and adorable at the same time.
Finn embarrassed being with Rae. Error: evidence not found.
The Happy Couple, Alysia Harris
A Civil War Hits London, This Shocking One Second a Day Video Shows How it Destroys a Little Girl’s Life
OKAY, FUCKERS. LISTEN.
This shit is the real deal. Okay, obviously it’s not happening in London right now, but all over the WORLD it is: Syria, Venezuela, Ukraine, IT’S HAPPENING.
I watched this and wanted to literally cry. It’s shit like this that hurts to think about. No one never thinks of the children.
PLEASE KEEP PASSING THIS ON. PLEASE KEEP REBLOGGING.
I swear if I had someone like Finn, I would never let go! I can never understand Rae!!!!
I actually haven’t watched the show yet, but I’ve been watching clips and spoiling it for myself! hahaa
But, I completely understand where Rae is coming from. Like, Rae, I am a fat girl with a filthy, dirty sailor mouth. If I was dating someone as beautiful in body and spirit as Finn, I think there would be days that I couldn’t help but pick myself apart, trying to figure out why he was with me. It’d be a natural reaction to someone who has been told their whole life, basically: Because you look like this, you do not deserve this. Also, it leads to the fear that, what if this person that I love - this person that I am absolutely, recklessly falling for - wakes up one day and realizes that I am nothing special; what if he wakes up one day realizing that I am just everything everyone has been saying I am. What if he looks at me and is tired of seeing a consolation prize and not a trophy? Which also leads to: I’ll make it easier on him and just leave, or I’ll leave before I am left.
It’s taken years to learn, but I find that loving for the sake of loving should always be enough. More than enough. It’s also taken years to learn, but I am a fat girl with a filthy, dirty sailor mouth - and this does not make me any less beautiful. Personally, if I had a “Finn,” I don’t know if I could actually go through with letting them go once I have them; when I like someone, when I love someone, I love them for the full, long haul of it, despite my demons that sometimes tell me that I am a weed among a vibrant garden of roses. I’ve spent a lot of my life not believing that people liked me (with no real backing to my conclusions), and it took me years to learn that there are some things you do not need reasons and answers for. If someone likes you, they like you - no need for a textbook, play by play report on why a particular human being vivifies your existence just a bit more when they are around.
I WANT MY OWN FINN NELSON.
I need to be watching this show.
Also, I’m already in love with this guy.
"I’m not kissing you because I feel sorry for you. I’m kissing you because I want to."