Don’t fuck with boys who:
* are mean to their mothers
* are against feminism
* only want you for your body
* will/are leading you on
* think you owe them something
* think they are entitled to your body
(Source: war-allthetime, via lachicanarosie)
Have you ever just looked at someone and thought, “I really love you”. They’re just talking or humming or watching a movie or reading a book or laughing or something, and there’s something about them in that moment that makes you think, “I just really love you”
I would do anything for you to kiss me, hold me, and tell me you love me, that things will change for the better, and promise me that you’ll try your very best to make me happy.
But I know that if you did, it would all be bullshit. So I’ll cry tonight and tomorrow and the next day and the day after that. I’ll cry until one day I’ll forget to cry. And that will turn into 2 nights and then 3 and 4. Until one day I’ll forget that I cried for you at all. And I’ll forget what your kiss and touch felt like and your voice will sound like a stranger’s. I’ll forget what you meant to me. I’ll remember nights like this and think how silly I was to cry over someone like you.