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I give myself five days to forget you: On the first day I rust. On the second, I wilt. On the third day I sit with friends, but I think about your tongue. I clean my room on the fourth day. I clean my body on the fourth day. I try to replace your scent on the fourth day. The fifth day, I adorn myself like the mouth of an inmate. The Midas of cheap metal. I glow the way unwanted things do, A neon sign that reads; “Come, I will taste like someone else’s mouth.”
—Warsan Shire
I think the biggest lie I’ve heard from men since I’ve been dating as an adult
“ She lives with me but I’m not with her”
Or “ she’s pregnant with my baby, but we’re not having sex”
or that they are indeed single and you find out this nigga is suddenly engaged to someone else after talking them on the regular.
protect ya neck in 2k16. grown dudes have completely different levels of bullshit with them. dating doesn’t get better as you get older.
the only difference in dating when you are an adult and dating when you are a teen is you can have them over to your house with out your mom blocking it.
If anything you understand now why she did, teen pregnancy piece aside. She’s trying to spare you heart ache and shenanigans.
“She thinks I’m with her but I’m not with her, I’m with you”
“We can’t go Facebook official cuz you’ll be friended by all these crazy women man just lets keep it on the DL ”
“It’s just too hard to explain to my kids that I’ve broken up with their mama” ummmmmmm
“I’m married but I’m leaving my wife”.
“My religion allows me to have a second girlfriend /wife”
“She’s my best friend. We used to go together but not anymore.”
Don’t become the embodiment of a Jhené Aiko song in 2016, ladies. Protect yourself.
“I don’t wanna ruin this thing we have by dating: “I love you but I don’t “date” “
See also: “I don’t believe in labels like ‘boyfriend’ or ‘girlfriend.’ That’s childish to me.” This was a real thing someone said to me to justify him banging his female flatmate.
“She’s like a sister to me. Nah we ain’t fucking” Proceeds to tell you several stories where she is displaying jealousy or feelings of more than agape love.
@myself: why the fuck do you want him so bad
Sometimes you gotta play the fool, to fool the fool, who thinks they're fooling you.
This shit right here tho
Perhaps the problem is not the intensity of your love but the quality of the people you are loving.
Warsan Shire (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
And then there's another kind of love. The cruelest kind. The one that almost kills its victims. It's called unrequited love. Of that, I am an expert. Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other. But what about the rest of us? What about our stories? Those of us who fall in love alone. We are the victims of the one-sided affair. We are the cursed of the loved ones. We are the unloved ones. The walking wounded.
The Holiday
Some names will always taste bitter.
6 Word Poem About Love, by Devyn Springer (via feelingsandwhatnot)
I want to mean something to someone
(via writeawaytheproblems)
how do i get over someone im still in love with?
You hurt until it almost kills you then you say, enough is enough I deserve to be free.
To heal a wound you need to stop touching it.
Unknown (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
Questions After Heartbreak
Today is the day that I have finally accepted that you’ve been lying to me. For over a year. You seem as though you’re falling deeper, but I found the truth. The question is what do I do with that truth? Do I stuff it into the hole where my hope, joy and optimism reside now? If I do that, I pretend that everything is the same and it is most definitely not.
Do I let the truth explode like a bullet the way my heart did? Or do I just lay here and cry until I can’t produce any more tears?
