Thoughts on life rn
A drawing for my art teacher (front and back)
im too tired to go very deep into my explanation of why im so sad right now, but i’ll just say this:
i want to be held and kissed and loved, i want that more than pretty much anything else. i want to put myself next to another human body and feel warm and happy and not alone. but even if i could find that here it would be stupid because it’s not you.
there are several boys i find myself pining over even though nothing/nothing more will happen with them just because of how not over you i am. i can’t even kiss another guy and enjoy it. its always just ‘eh’. even when im in his room and he starts going down on me (and its fucking good) i tell him to stop because i dont want it. he kisses me and its sweet and he cares and he is good in bed and i tell him to stop.
it’s not you.
"i want to be with you more than anything"
1. Your skin may never be perfect, and that’s okay.
2. Life is too short not to have the underwear, the coffee, and the haircut you want.
3. Everyone (including your family, your coworkers, and your best friend) will talk about you behind your back, and you’ll talk about them too. It doesn’t mean you don’t love each other.
4. It’s okay to spend money on things that make you happy.
5. Sometimes without fault or reason, relationships deteriorate. It will happen when you’re six, it will happen when you’re sixty. That’s life."
i need this so bad
I want one of those marriages where they’ve been married 20 years but are still crazy in love and still cuddle on the couch and kiss a lot. I want those kind of marriages that make my kids nauseous because how in love their parents are.
How much willpower do you think it would take to be in love with the moon?
up until this point, the majority of the guys i have chosen to have in my life have been kind and respectful.
and then college happens. i cant stay mad at diego bc his life is pretty fucked up and he apologized and bought me cookies. what he did was shitty but i know he feels awful about it
but holy shit if i somehow recognize the guy from last night i swear i will hit him so fucking hard. i cannot fucking consent when im drunk you scumbag. like you can ask me a million times if it is okay and it will never make it okay. even really drunk eva could tell this guy was a shit. ugh ugh ugh gross you are so gross and awful ew