Your Mom

Top of the ferris wheel w my favorite person in the world 💖

I love love love being your bonus mom Char girl 💖

becherdireinen:

I’m such a slut for casual intimacy. Like yesss rest your chin on my shoulder while we’re in line at the grocery store, I live for that shit.

octobers16th:

(via yourhighhness)

goldcoasthoney:

(via shes-inlove-with-her)

thoughtkick:

“There are two types of people you will meet in your life. One will run a finger down the index of who you are and jump straight to the parts of you that peak their interest. The other will take his or her time reading through every one of your chapters and maybe unfold corners of you that inspired them most. You will meet these two people; it is a given. It is the third that you’ll never see coming. That one person who not only finishes your sentences, but keeps the book.”

— Unknown

(via thoughtkick)

I’m very proud of you for standing up for yourself, I know confrontation isn’t something you enjoy, even if it’s warranted.

You did hurt me with your “are you sure this isn’t just another episode where you want back in a week?” statement, but I was telling the truth when I said last time was the last time & I’m not putting you through it anymore. I’d love for you to be in my life in any way, but us together has proven not to work and you’ve already said you couldn’t be here any other way. I have cut my losses and you are one of them.

I hope you find someone who can love you the way you need and deserve. I’m sorry.

You didn’t make me feel incapable, I just am. Kinda part of my whole thing. Splitting makes me feel like I can’t and can at the same time. I will love you forever, but I know I cannot show you for long without the can’t showing up. Detachment is a bitch and I deserve it.

I’m sorry you feel that “my friend” (our friend) is treating you badly, but I can’t control her and her emotions. I didn’t tell her everything you said, just that she made you feel second place. —She has her own issues, ya know?— she just feels like you aren’t her friend anymore & she’s giving you space.

I hope you have fun in California at the end of the month. I hope being back there helps you realize that I am just as insignificant as the states you fly over to get there.

anezkadragon:

Splitting is so obnoxious:

• I love you. We are perfect. We’re gonna get married. We’re gonna have kids.
• You don’t love me. You wanna leave me. One day you will find someone and realize you never loved me. You’re gonna leave me.
• I need more. Your love isn’t enough for me. I want movie-love. I need passion. You can’t give me what I need.
• I wanna be alone. Leave me. Fuck you. I hate you.

It’s exhausting. Fucking exhausting.

maniccosmicsiren-deactivated202:

I can feel it happening. My detachment. It seeps in fairly slow. It’s viscous and opaque, clouding the edges first. Then it swallows the memories. Erasing and dulling the details. Sucking the dried ink from years of pages. Then it’s the feeling. I know I care about you. I know I’m supposed to. But I can’t recall why. Its as if suddenly I was scripted in the role. I know all her lines. Her backstory and motivations. But the characters surrounding her are not real. She is not real, and she isn’t me. I am simply playing a part I have no connection to. All the while I am screaming, somewhere, internally, deep, unable to reconnect with the people I love. It is devastating. And on the surface I am cold and distant. No one will ever find me. My little cage of my own devising, built by me, locked by me. But I can’t ever remember where I put the key.