The One and FUCKING Only

Scorpio Quinn | 23 | My name's Scorpio but you can call me dickhead

[ashotforthepain]

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[actuallyfrancesca]

“Now that’s something I’d like to see, one of them straight up murders another and screaming how does that make you feel after it or whatever… This could be the next big thing, man.”

[ashotforthepain]

“That would be something I would watch, why can’t they do that instead of some of the horrible reality TV shows they have? Maybe I should email them”#

[itsaaronactually-blog]

“Well that was new…”

[ashotforthepain]

“Awww, was that your first gay kiss? You obviously never had fun in college”

[maxssmillion-blog]

“Well, if you’re so lovely and and nice, maybe they’re calling you asshole in an affectionate way, y’know?”

[ashotforthepain]

“Nah, it’s probably because I am an asshole.. But shhh, don’t tell anyone!”

[itsjamesquinn-blog]

“It’s nice to see you too, little brother”

[ashotforthepain]

“You can go fuck yourself”

[ashotforthepain]

We Don’t Have To Play Friends || Scorpio & Nathan

Scorpio stiffened at the sight of all the destruction as he walked into the other’s room, bending down to pick up a piece of cloth and grasp it between his fingers, frowning. He couldn’t tell what it had once been — a part of the bed, maybe, a shirt, or something. He wrung it for a moment, distracting himself, before looking up at the man sitting against the wall. “Nathan?” He asked almost meekly.

Moving over slowly, he sat down next to him, pulling his knees up to his chest with a sigh. “I’m sorry, I know I fucked up and I never meant to hurt you... I guess I wanted to get back at you for hurting me every time you’re drunk or high but I forgave you for everything. I know it’s not your fault and I really hope you’re sober right now” Scorpio murmured, looking down.

“I love you, more than anything and I know I shouldn’t have done what I did and I hope you can forgive me because I can’t lose you, it would kill me” The male quickly ranted on before letting out a soft sigh.

[maxssmillion-blog]

“Of course you’re not, you’re a completely sober, extremely affectionate, guy, right?”

[ashotforthepain]

“Exactly, I’m such a nice and lovely person but people just call me an asshole! Like how dare they!”

[maxssmillion-blog]

“Okay, you’re in for a real treat, drunkie. I don’t give hugs to just anyone. C’mere.”

[ashotforthepain]

“Pfft, I’m not drunk! And yay free hugs”

[actuallyfrancesca]

“I think natural selection or an apocalypse of some sort - geared specifically towards them - would work perfectly to sort that nonsense out and get rid of it. Because honestly it’s exhausting listen to them and you end up worse off.”

[ashotforthepain]

“That sounds like a good plan to me, maybe just send them all to a little island and watch them fight for survival, you know like survival of the fittest and all that?”

[actuallyfrancesca]

“Oh stop drinking, stop being angry, have you tried anger management blah blah blah. They’re so useless, if it were as simple as ‘just stop’ then we wouldn’t be there and they wouldn’t get fat bonus checks.”

[ashotforthepain]

“It’s ridiculous, like you just want to slap some sense into them, I’m hoping natural selection just wipes them out. I think we should get paid for having to listen to them just drone on and on”

[maxssmillion-blog]

“Aw, sorry, bud. I can offer you a hug instead if its affection you want?”

[ashotforthepain]

“A hug would be pretty nice yeah!”

[itsaaronactually-blog]

“Let’s fucking do it.”

[ashotforthepain]

[maxssmillion-blog]

“I appreciate the offer, drunkie, but i’m spoken for. Besides, i don’t bat for your team.”

[ashotforthepain]

“Oh damn, how unfortunate for me!”

[ashotforthepain]

“You. Yes you, wanna makeout?”

[actuallyfrancesca]

“Right? ‘Oh you may have anger issues’, to the person sent there by a court order to sort out her anger. Not the best plan. Honestly they need to hire people who aren’t useless. And I’m pretty sure fucking your patient is kinda illegal?”

[ashotforthepain]

“Exactly, then they’re like ‘well just stop drinking then’ and I’m like, I can’t, hence why I’m here genius! I’m pretty sure it is too but she obviously didn’t care”

[beccapaigexo]

Open letter to the man who couldn’t love me.

Dear you, Today, for the first time since we broke up, I cried. It’s not because I miss you. It’s not because I still love you. It’s not even because everything finally came crashing in. It’s been over a year since I fell out of love with you. No. Today I cried because I finally felt the damage you did to me, and I realized that everything that happened was not my fault.  I cried hard. My head hurt and my heart hurt and everything hurt because I finally felt relief. The anxiety of feeling like I wasn’t good enough, trying to figure out what I did wrong and why I wasn’t good enough for your love? The years I wasted trying to be enough for you, I finally realized I was good enough for you. You just couldn’t see that. We were so young, so how could you have? Sure, you told me you loved me. And we loved each other. And I believed it all. But you didn’t love me the way I needed you to. You didn’t put me first. You chose any and everything before us. You didn’t want to spend quality time with me. You didn’t kiss me good night. You didn’t tell me you loved me daily. You wanted nothing to do with building a future together. You expected me to do all of the work. You yelled at me whenever I messed up. I cried and you wouldn’t comfort me. You grew angry with me easily. You made sure to point out my flaws and not let me forget they were there. You made me feel like no one would ever love me like you did.

I threw my whole self into our relationship only to be dropped on my face, desperately clinging onto us and trying to put the pieces together as they shattered. I wanted it to work; I truly wanted it to work. I had imagined a life for us full of laughing, crying, joy and sorrow as we navigated growing old together. I saw us having children and having pets and living in a house working our asses off for everything we ever wanted. But somewhere along the way, we lost track of who we were and we never recovered. I tried to fix you while I tried to fix myself and ended up losing in the end. I didn’t just lose the man I was in love with, but I lost my best friend as well. And even though I didn’t cry the day I left you, I spent many nights crying myself to sleep trying to find the solace I found that morning when I packed my things and left.

So today, I cried. Because I found a man who loves me the way I need to be loved. Someone who has become my best friend and who believes I am too good for him. Although most days, I think he is too good for me. And I finally realize what it means to be in a healthy relationship with someone who loves me the way I feel I deserve. I cried because I finally know what love is supposed to feel like and it hit me like a train. This letter is meant to thank you. Thank you for all the lonely nights. Thank you for the emotional abuse. Thank you for all the broken promises. Thank you for the cancelled dates. Thank you for never being there for me. Thank you for pushing me to fight for my happiness, because without this experience, I would have never ended up where I am today, which is on my own, building a name and a life for myself and being stronger than I was when I was with you. You helped me realized my worth and that I deserved more than you were equipped to give me. I met someone who gives me everything you couldn’t. You set me free and I’m a better person after having been with you.

[whats-your-reality-deactivated2]