Moon, you that you see him every night, take care of him please.


oh and ..

*drum roll*

the best friend has a girl friend ..

I lied. I do have a crush on you.

i love how you over-react when i bop you on the nose

I can feel him getting less and less interested in me and its kinda making me sad

Of all the things a person can do to another person’s pain, I know that none is worse than romanticizing it. Sometimes I fear I love her like one loves a baby bird with a broken wing, and I utterly hate myself for it. There is nothing beautiful about the darkness that swallows her whole. I think it might actually be the only thing about her that isn’t at least a little bit beautiful.

I have no idea why this ugly, twisted poison has burrowed itself into her soul, but it certainly isn’t so that I have something to save her from. So as tonight beats on and all the roads blend together and the radio hovers between static and song, I'll keep that with me. An order or a reminder, I don't quite know, but I won't let it fade away from the front of my mind. All night it will loop there, over and over: love her not for her brokenness but in spite of it.

I knew you were a flirt.

I didn't realize how much of a flirt.

I hit you up with my cheesy and rehearsed conversation-starter because I just wanted you to recognize me. I wanted to be on your radar. And maybe we could move on to be friends.

"Hey, did you see Batman vs Superman Friday night?"


"Welp. I could've sworn I saw you in the theatre. Thank goodness I was too shy to say hi. That would've been awkward indeed."

You leaned against the wall and glanced down at your phone and my stomach bottomed out. I was afraid you had absolutely no interest in me and were lamenting the waste of a good three seconds.

"Oh, I'm sure it wouldn't have been awkward. Any guy'd be tripping over themselves to say hi to you. He wouldn't care at all. Might've bought you a popcorn."

I swear, it was like someone hit me over the head with a shovel and threw a brick at my stomach, so I have no idea how I managed to reply. Finally, through a grin, I said the first legible thing that came to my mind.

"I regret it too. Anyone who looks like you is worth getting to know."

And all of a sudden we were flirting

And now I have your number

And WHAT EVEN GUYS I still can't believe any of this please help I'm never getting to sleep tonight

"No one could ever love you more than I do" is an abusive statement.

If someone says that to you, it's a big red flag.

If you've said it yourself and believe it, examine your heart.

It's a tactic to control people. "You can't ever leave me because there is no one who will treat you better than I do. No matter how terrible that treatment is, it's the best you'll get and it's probably all you're worth."

If you think it's romantic- Who made you have the strongest, most loving heart out of 7 billion on this earth? I guess you are God now, to know that no one is as loving as you, no one is observant enough to see the beauty you do in your beloved? You love them a lot, probably. But take yourself off your pedestal. Lots of people are capable of loving just as strong. You're not the best in the world, you don't have the biggest heart. And that's the whole point of being in a relationship- you don't choose each other because you're the top 2 lovers in the universe. You choose each other because you love each other and are well-suited for each other and promise to fight through all your many, many imperfections, flaws, failures and outright wrongdoings.

I don't want someone to stay with me because they believe I'm the best chance they've got, that I have the highest quality love in the world or some junk like that. I want them to stay with me seeing all my shortcomings and forgiving me for them, loving me in spite of the existence of better people.

Don't let this world convince you that the emotional abuse it glorifies in its romance novels and tumblr edits is even a tiny bit healthy. It's not.

crush- "you owe me 1/2 dance still"

Me- "you don't want to dance with me because all I can offer you is sweaty palms and awkward conversation"

crush- "you sold me"

Me- "I sold you on what?"

crush- "You sold me on you"