Beyoncé’s pregnancy news + best tweets
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Rihanna was shoooook!
PLEASE SHE SNATCHED IT BACK SO QUICK
damn he gave the crowd their money’s worth
This is so fucking funny!!!
she was like “oh fuck no he aint bouta upstage me”
I sat staring at my phone’s screen as there was an article opened about him and his precious girlfriend. I’m sorry, ex-girlfriend. Every website was full with their breakup news and I couldn’t even check my social media platforms without seeing a pity ass photo montage of them. Some people were sad they were over, some of them was holding a party over the news and then there was me.
I was just waiting for him to show up so I could make him feel awful for what he did and I wanted to finally tell him all the things that were stuck in me since he left. I wanted him to suffer because he chose Madison over me and even left the town. I felt betrayed and disappointed that some chick was more important to him than the girl he grew up with and had a close friendship that was slightly about to turn into something more before Madison danced into his life.
I told him. I warned him that she is not going to stick up to him, she will grab the first chance to make drama and she won’t care about him when it will come to the dark times, but he was too stubborn to believe me. Now he was the heartbroken boy moving back to his hometown to get over his ex and I was 100% sure he would run to me begging for my forgiveness.
But he didn’t come.
Days passed by and I didn’t even hear anything from him. Some of my friends told me they saw him around town but he was always with Johnson and tried to stay unnoticed. The fury I felt towards him at the beginning started to turn into concern. Even though that he betrayed me a small part of me still cared for him and I was afraid something happened to him. However, my mom was the first one to break the silence over the whole topic since no one around me dared to mention him knowing it was a touchy subject.
I was in my room trying to figure out some math problems when she walked in with a concerned look on her face.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Jack didn’t come,” she simply said and I knew what she was talking about. Just like me, everyone was expecting him to show up at some point.
“I know,” I shortly answered shifting my gaze back at my book.
“He is a big boy, if he wants to be alone then let him be,” I said pretending not to care about it, but I was just as much worried as she was even though I was still angry at him.
“So you won’t go over and check on him?”
“No,” I said a bit too fast than I intended to. The truth was I wanted to make myself believe that I didn’t care by lying to others, but it wasn’t working. I was dying to know is he was okay. And then kill him for his sins afterwards.
“Well, you know, everyone makes mistakes, big or small ones, but I think you should give him a second chance.”
“Thanks mom, but I’m studying now,” I said without looking up at her. I knew that in the minute my eyes would meet hers I would break and run over to Jack’s house.
“Dinner is going to be ready in ten,” she said and then left the room closing the door behind her.
Math didn’t matter from that point because all I could think about was Jack. I forced myself to eat something with my family while feeling my mom’s know-it-all look on me. I tried to ignore it but my mom sure knew how to burn me alive with her eyes. I spent the night with thinking and when the morning came I found myself getting ready to leave with the intention to see Jack. When my mom saw me putting on my shoes she didn’t say anything she just approvingly nodded more likely to herself.
I used to spend most of my afternoons at the Gilinsky house, I was almost like a family member and this is why it was so hard when Jack and I stopped talking. It didn’t feel right to stay in touch with his sisters even though I was dying to know what was going on with them and I’m sure they felt the same way, but we all knew it would be better if I had no connection with the family until Jack was dating with Madison.
I felt more nervous than ever as I stood at the front door debating if I really wanted to do this or not and then decided to just go with the flow. I knocked on the door and heard some muffled shuffling around, then the door opened revealing a Jack that looked nowhere near the one I last saw.
The dark circles under his eyes made him look at least five years older, his hair was messy, and he looked like someone who hadn’t seen the Sun in weeks. Maybe it was true. He was wearing a baggy jumper with basketball shorts that I could tell were worn more times than it would be appropriate.
As he realized that I was standing at the door he couldn’t hide his surprise.
“Y/N,” he quietly said.
“Hey, can I come in?” I asked wanting to already skip this awkward part. He nodded and let me inside.
“What are you doing here?” he asked closing the door and turning to me.
“I… I was concerned and obviously I had a reason. You look like a zombie, Jack,” I said still not being able to take in the change on him.
“Well, thanks, but I’m aware of it too. I can’t do anything about it,” he shrugged tugging his hands into his pockets.
“Why didn’t you come to me when you got back?” I asked getting to the topic.
“Because I knew you wouldn’t want to see me after what I did.”
“But you could have at least try.”
“Don’t think I didn’t leave the house with the intention of going over to your house and beg for your forgiveness. Because I did. But then I realized that what I did was more than anyone would be able to forgive, so I always ended up coming back.”
I didn’t know what I was feeling, but a part of me for sure felt guilty. Even though he was an asshole and he put himself into this position he was still one of the most important people in my life and I didn’t like knowing that he was suffering badly.
“I-I… I would have forgiven you,” I said after a short silence, my voice was barely more than a whisper. He looked at me with so much hopelessness in his eyes that it physically hurt to look into his eyes.
“I thought you hate me and don’t want to see me. I would blame you for this tho,” he added.
“I do hate you. Because what you did was just unacceptable, but… you are still important for me.”
He didn’t answer just stared at me and I was starting to feel really awkward not knowing what will happen next, but then he stepped closer and really slowly and carefully took my hands in his.
“I’m so sorry, Y/N. For everything I said and did, I was so stupid to believe that you were just jealous, I should have listened to you.”
I couldn’t hold my tears back as I stared at him and the next thing I knew was that I was hugging him like dear life. It felt better than anything in the world to know I got him back. My urge to kill him vanished in no time, I couldn’t be angry at him when he was a living dead.
“I have to admit something tho,” I mumbled still hugging his neck not wanting to let go of him.
“I was jealous a little bit. I didn’t like the fact that you chose her over me.”
He sighed pushing me away from him so he could look into my eyes.
“That choice was the worst in my life and from now I’m going to try to make it right.”
This statement had so many promises in it, but the most important was that now I was his number one priority again and I felt like there was nothing and nobody who could come between us.
fckng loved it
Let us all have a moment of silence for this🙁
Quando se ama alguém parece que tudo é diferente…vemos o mundo de outra forma..andamos tipo nas nuvens, esquecemos a maioria dos problemas e apenas sabemos que queres ter aquela pessoa connosco aconteça o que acontecer e que não a queremos perder por nada mesmo…
Quando se ama alguém tudo se torna único…as conversas, as brigas, os beijos, os abraços, tudo mesmo.. são sentidos de uma forma intensa e inexplicável. Saber que temos sempre a pessoa que amamos connosco e disposta a ajudar-nos a resolver qualquer problema que possa surgir e proteger-nos de tudo e de todos é das coisas mais bonitas mesmo.
Temos crises de ciúmes, o que a meu ver é uma forma muito especial de demonstrar o amor que sentimos por aquela pessoa…gostamos tanto dela que não suportamos sequer a ideia de a ver com outra pessoa..queremo-la só para nós…É claro que quando se ama alguém, por vezes, também se passa por dificuldades, discussões, mas quando o amor é verdadeiro e forte nada o consegue destruir..conseguimos arranjar força e energia que nem sabíamos que tínhamos para ultrapassar essas fases menos boas que uma relação por vezes tem..
Desde que o conheci para mim tudo mudou..a minha vida tornou-se muito alegre e passei a enfrentar certas situações de maneira diferente. Vivemos bastante longe um do outro, mas estamos sempre lá um para o outro e fico-lhe muito grata por isso. E ao contrário do que muita gente diz, o amor à distância consegue ser mais sincero ainda, porque aprendemos a gerir os sentimentos e as emoções de uma forma diferente e, de certa forma, mais intensa..passamos a conhecer-nos melhor ainda do que estando todos os dias juntos e amo isso. Espero que o futuro nos proporcione muitos mais momentos e que um dia possamos ficar juntos. Amo-o s2
P.S: A minha resposta é mais baseada no amor correspondido.
pain and beauty, the beauty is I love you the pain is it’s over.
Lisbon💭 (em Portugal)
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It’s funny how thin girls get all the attention, but when you ask “what’s wrong with being fat?” They answer “nothing!”
Aight, I didn’t choose to have this frame, we’re all different!