Shania Anderson

Teenage girl just trying to make it another day. Fashion is a passion.

[lostgirlfromtheneverland-deacti]

[shania1379]

People lecture me about wanting to be with my boyfriend. I've cheated on him 3 times. It just gets easier and easier.

[shania1379]

Betrayal

My best guy friend touched me today. I told my boyfriend he had nothing to be threatened of yesterday. Do I tell him? No. And maybe that's the problem...

[captainstewy]

This can’t be more real for me.

[illuminatewords]

For the past couple of years, I have been afraid of having someone that’ll make me want to stay in this town. I am so set on moving onto better things, but knowing me and how weak I am for love… I just rather not risk my future.

Here’s to the chances I am not going to take (via illuminatewords)

[shania1379]

I thought of you tonight but that's nothing new all the thoughts keep running through my head and then the boys march in one by one. I try to figure out what I did wrong why they don't like me but I can't figure it out and that's the most sad thing. I will absolutely tear myself apart trying to figure out why this happened even if I have no chance but at the end of the day it won't matter. I'll still sleep with the same guy every friday night and pretend to feel something. Go to a football game and cheer my heart out for guys who have made fun of me for years. I'll attend class tomorrow and sit through lessons I won't remember and then I'll come home. And it's when I'm all alone late at night that it happens all of a sudden I start to feel alone and the mantra starts over. How many more nights do I have to be alone?

[neonlightsinthecity]

“Sometimes,” she began, “everything gets too much and it all starts to spill over the edges, leaving you with nothing, but a big mess to clean up.” “Sometimes,” she said again, “you feel suffocated. And everyone wants something from you, but you don’t feel like you have anything to offer them anymore. You feel like you can’t breathe anymore, and there’s nothing but grey clouds for miles around you.” “Sometimes, you just need to cry. Cry until you can’t anymore and let the walls that you built around yourself when you were sixteen come down. Just for a night. You need to scream and shout at the entire fucking universe for making you like this. When you think you’re getting better and then you’re not anymore.”

Excerpts from the book I’ll never write #6 (via neonlightsinthecity)

I thought I was getting better but not anymore

[cinnamoncoatedpumpkinpatch]

Wake Me Up When It’s Halloween👻👻🍁🍂🍁🍂🎃🎃

(via cinnamoncoatedpumpkinpatch)

[shania1379]

I am not the kind of girl you fall in love with...

[river-road-thoughts]

Love > Lust

It seems nowadays that a lot people crave the idea of lust more than love. It seems like their ultimate goal is going to a club and getting drunk, and meeting a hot guy or girl.

They crave seducing them and then taking them to bed for one night, and then being able to brag to their friends the next day about the dime they got some with the night before.

I, on the contrary, I do not crave that.

I crave meeting someone for the first time and awkwardly stuttering through your words because you can’t get your thoughts straight, because they’re so damn beautiful.

I crave feeling the rush of butterflies in your stomach when you see their name show up on your phone, even if it’s something as simple as “Hey, how’s your day?”

I crave the thought of seeing or hearing something that immediately reminds you of them, and you wish that they were right by your side to experience it.

I crave the sudden rush of adrenaline you feel when they smile at you or touch your arm; an act so small, yet so powerful.

I crave the feeling of talking to someone and feeling like you’ve known them for years, rather than only a few days or weeks.

I crave the feelings of intertwining your fingers with theirs for the first time. My hands are always so cold and sweaty but they wouldn’t mind, because that’s just one of the many things that makes me “Me”.

I crave the anticipation of the first gentle kiss goodnight in the car or on the doorstep. It’s so peaceful and so calming and so overwhelming and so electric, all at once.

I crave the feeling of having your cheeks ache because you literally can’t stop smiling at the fact that there’s 7 billion people in this world, and somehow you managed to come across the one person who makes you feel like you’re 1 in a million.

I crave the feeling of gazing into their eyes, and in that moment, time comes to a complete halt. And it’s just you and them.

I crave the most innocent acts of affection, whether it’s a random smooch on their cheek, mindlessly twirling their hair, or them falling asleep on your shoulder while watching a late-night movie.

I crave opening your eyes as you awake, only to gaze upon their face right next to yours. Yes; mouth wide open, drooling, morning breath and all. But that’s what makes the moment uncut, raw, and perfect.

I crave the feeling of realizing how much of a jerk you were in your argument earlier with them, and you walk down the hall to them to apologize, only to find that they were about to do the exact same thing.

I crave watching them candidly cook breakfast, or talk on the phone, drive a car, or read a book, and you can’t take your eyes off of them because they’re so perfect in everything they do without even trying.

I crave the feeling of holding them in your arms and never wanting to let go, because you’ve finally found someone who feels like home.

I crave the feeling of wondering why you were ever terrified to fall in love because of your fear of heartbreak. And you laugh, because now that’s just a distant memory.

Honestly, I’d take love over lust any day.

I can’t wait to fall in love.

[samisoffthewall]

[inside-the-whale]

[thatsjustthewayitissorry]

[sadbipolarkitten-blog]

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[amazingquotes92]

[sex-thrill]

[shania1379]

He left but I was expecting it. I saw it coming but didn’t prepare for it. It’s kind of sad to think that the seasons are going to change and you’ll be gone. Spring will come and we won’t take the first ride in your truck together. We won’t go camping the summer before the real world starts. Next winter you won’t spend Christmas with my family and I won’t spend it with yours. There won’t be the random snapchat that use to make you laugh or snicker. You won’t be there at midnight When I’m doubting everything in existence You won’t be there when my tears hit the pillow. You won’t be there at 3am to calm me down when I’m panicking. It’s sad to think the one I once thought held the world is leaving. I hope the next girl the one your inclined to love loves you with a fire that will never die. So that way when you leave her with no explanation like you did me I’ll have a friend. We can cry to each other about the love that we lost. We can relive the memories together and then laugh about all the silly little quirks you have. We can slowly fade and die together. The only thing is? I’ve already started.