"It never occurred to me that if one word from him could make me so happy, another could just as easily crush me, that if I didn't want to be unhappy, I should learn to beware of such small joys as well."

-call me by your name

He was like the moon

Part of him was always hidden away.

You choose to laugh at my affections, when it is you who's succumbed to the loveless crowds, refusing to utter even the barest hint of an emotion?

Higuchi Ichiyo, from a fic I'll never write.

Somewhere between being scared to shoot my shot and not knowing how to flirt

Miranda: I want to tell you a joke but I only remember the punchline.

Amber: Go ahead.

Miranda: Tooth hurty.

Amber: When is the best time to go to the dentist.

Miranda: You complete me.

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Desearía estar en una relación porque ahora mismo estoy aburrido jajaja

(I wish I were in a relationship because right now im bored lol 😄)

mirando a las grandes cosas delante de mí ... confiando en el Señor

Girl with boyfriends

So I have always been a misfit. I liked playing football when all the girls were busy playing house. I liked barbies but I still liked hot wheels. I put on plays with my girlfriends and put on games of baseball with the boys. I liked wearing dresses but I also didn't`t mind getting them dirty. I have been mistrusted by my S/Os because of my burly male companions who like to play stupid card games with me until dawn. Girlfriends worry I will steal their man. From an outsider looking in I am a flirt. I am a slut, who can't get enough. To th boys I am one of them but miniature. I love having boy friends because they will protect me if I can't defend myself. They will treat me like the cool girl. Or they see me as a potential lover.

In university I got in with the gamer crowd. Which was filled with all the misfit men who turned to virtual reality in order to escape their very own realities. My boyfriend instantly thought I was a whore a cheat using mens pleasures to make me a dessert. I knew that I didn't deserve that so I left. My boy friends and I get closer and closer each coming week. One of them has sadly caught my eyes and I worry that will ruin it all. So, I put on a bright smile and try and reason with myself. How could such a loser make me feel so much hatred and angry and love at the same time? Anon has the rock star hair of a 90s superstar. A rugged leather jacket aged like his eyes. He is strong, hardworking and determined. He is a man but such a child and I care for him too much. I worry how could he like this bundle pf anxiety. This misfit who slashes her wrists to feel the warmth of blood on a cold day. I am ashamed of who I am a small curvy woman with a crowd of men. What could he possible see in me except a follower of men larger than me. I am scared of what our love could do to our friends. I am scared that I am the only one hoping for love in a man who has been broken far too many times by his own weapons. A man who has to have a plethora of things to busy his life to avoid his own thoughts. Could he and I have more in common than I think or are we both just lost souls who will never find our other half.

She has talent, beauty and my heart

........

But look at me, I have nothing and it makes me cry on my pillow.

When your wife says I’m in control tonight

Babe let’s talk I know you mad

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