“Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will lie under the stars and listen to your heartbeat, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep. Wait for the boy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you…
“The aspect at play brings certain home truths closer to home and may drive others farther away. Communication is more of a game to see who can guess the other’s motives, rather than an enjoyable way to pass the hours away together. It is as though you are both trying to second-guess each other while at the same time pretending to be completely honest.”—My love horoscope today
“Pretty sure you’ve always wanted to see me naked.. Well.. I’m feeling pretty adventurous today so go to datelink7[dot]com (switch [dot] with .) then sign up and find my profile under the username ‘lolsummer69’. I hid my face in the pictures. but I want you to guess who I am and then hit me up on Facebook lol. Good luck.”—In my Tumblr messages this morning. I think I may have sent this to myself…?
Sometimes there’s nothing tangibly “wrong,” but a kite with no wind to keep it aloft isn’t going anywhere but the ground, if you get my drift… When you sense that your love’s flatlining on the table, it’s time to either bust out the defibrillator or agree to call it a day.
I’m gonna make a mistake- I’m gonna do it on purpose I’m gonna waste my time 'cause I'm full as a tick And I’m scratching at the surface And what I find is mine And when the day is done, and I look back And the fact is I had fun, fumbling around All the advice I shunned, and I ran Where they told me not to run, but I sure Had fun, so I’m gonna fuck it up again I’m gonna do another detour Unpave my path And if you wanna make sense Whatcha looking at me for I’m no good at math And when I find my way back, The fact is I just may stay, or I may not I’ve acquired quite a taste For a well-made mistake I wanna mistake why can’t I make a mistake? I’m always doing what I think I should Almost always doing everybody good Why- Do I wanna do right, of course but Do I really wanna feel I’m forced to Answer you, hell no I’ve acquired quite a taste For a well-made mistake, I wanna Make a mistake, why can’t I make a mistake I’m always doing what I think I should Almost always doing everybody good Why-
Alright, something’s wrong with me. I am a bad girlfriend. I am a bad girl. I get disgusted when my boyfriend’s nice to me. Like “what is your malfunction? act like a man!” As if being respectful of me would be unmanly or something. What’s MY malfunction?
I hated the way my father disrespected…
You’re just afraid. It’s harder to be vulnerable and show someone who cares about you that you can be weak. It’s easier to push someone way, so you can keep up that wall of “I’m strong”
“I acknowledge the advantages of monogamy,” Savage told me, “when it comes to sexual safety, infections, emotional safety, paternity assurances. But people in monogamous relationships have to be willing to meet me a quarter of the way and acknowledge the drawbacks of monogamy around boredom, despair, lack of variety, sexual death and being taken for granted.”
We fought tonight. On His birthday. Happy birthday?
I took Him out to dinner. He ordered something that had peanuts in it and it wasn’t mentioned on the menu. He never tells restaurants about His peanut allergy, even though it’s a minor allergy. I asked Him why doesn’t He mention this when we go out.
Next thing, the hostess is upon us, coming at Him with questions, “Did you tell your server? Why not? It’s very important that you share this information for your own health.”
I agree. He doesn’t. Apparently I was yelling at Him about it.
"Are you going to start yelling at me again?"
"No, are you?" is what I should have said.
We just left the restaurant in silence while He sulked or whatever.
Before bed I asked Him if we were going to talk about it. “You were yelling at me. And then you agreed with the hostess and egging her on. I just wanted to get out of there and get some fresh air.”
I never yelled. I never raised my voice. I asked Him why He decided to make this choice, so I could understand. I just don’t agree with that choice.
"If I want something and it’s within my power to make that happen, I tell people what I want and what needs to get done. That’s how I perform at my job and in life. I can’t control other people’s actions. I can only control mine. So, it’s stupid to get mad about something when you didn’t express your needs in the first place When you don’t share your allergy and then order something with peanuts, it’s your own fault."
He doesn’t agree. That’s fine, but why is He mad at me? For not taking His side against the hostess? For questioning His actions?
I asked, “I’m always the one who’s wrong, is that right?”
He just rolled His eyes.
I can’t read His mind.
And I can’t sleep in the same bed with someone who punishes me for every little thing.