#girlfriend problems

[yeesiine]

us core 🔥

[the-monologues]

Picking a fight with him cause he is not in front of me to smother me with kisses.

[criminalmindsgonewrong]

girlfriend problems:

arguing over whose boobs are better

[mrssarablack]

I have a song that doesn't fully exist yet stuck in my head.

If ever he shares it with the world, it'll be a bop.

[together-translations]

[the-princess-bitch]

"Sharing" the bed

Alone: curled up on the left half of the bed while wrapped in a blanket and laying directly in front of the fan with my head resting on at least 3 pillows. Find a comfortable position in less than 10 minutes

With my boyfriend: sprawled out and taking up significantly more bed space than needed, can't decide if I need the blanket or not. Must touch or be draped on him at a times, for some reason cannot have more than one pillow. Takes like 1 hour to get comfortable, disturbing him every 37 seconds in the process.

[dyslexicditch]

Me:*wakes up at 2am on my moms birthday to talk my girlfriend down from suicide*

*pretends like nothing happened next day*

*finds out shes been laced with crystal meth*

*stays calm*

Also me:*calls her 8000 times at 10:30pm to be ignored cus shes smoking even though I've texted her a millions times telling her I need her*

[edgeofdesiree]

Yikes.

Jordan picked me up from school today and we went to Starbucks to get vanilla lattes to-go before heading home to crunch out some homework... or so I thought.

Jordan asks me to proofread his essay, which I have no problem with, until I see it. There’s nothing there. No thesis, only a single body paragraph and a one-sentence introduction that isn’t exactly coherent.

I know Jordan isn’t the best with words, and I’ve helped him create theses in the past. So I ask him, “What are you writing about?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well then there is nothing for me to do here.”

Of course, that is not the answer he wants to hear. Furthermore, I learned that the due date for this essay is tomorrow. Of course it is. He does this every single time. He’s stressed out, which in turn, is making me stressed out.

I began to write his essay for him. I got 2.5 pages out of a 5 minimum done before he tells me he can do it. That was 20 minutes ago. He has finished one sentence.

And when he’s done and the stress is gone, I will tell him that I told him to start on it earlier. And he will say, “I know, stop yelling at me,” despite the fact that I didn’t raise my voice, or even chuckle.

Now if he were the type of person who works extremely well under pressure, and this was just an essay topic he could not relate to whatsoever, then okay. I get it. I would cut him some slack. But this is something that happens every semester. I fall behind on my work so that he doesn’t fall behind on his.

I love him but his work ethic is such a turn off.

/endrant