May 2012
When you're scared to lose something that's how...
originalllymark:
Tumblr is just like school.
A lot of people, there are different types of groups, theres the populars and the nerds. There’s a bunch of different people and races. People talk shit still and continue hating on others. We all learn something everyday, from a post. Posts are like teachers, they entertain us, they teach us something, and they are what makes a school, just like...
I miss you, come back.
me: does 5 situps
me: where are my abs
You like her because she was pretty.
illestswagsta:
What if she wasn’t? And she had that personality. Would you have liked her if she didn’t have the look, but had the finest personality? Think about it, looks don’t last forever.
Baby, you're just want I wanted.
illestswagsta:
Too bad I’m not what you wanted..
You just never took the time to understand me.
Once I have you, I plan to never lose you.
This decision is hard to make.
illestswagsta:
Where you’re thinking of telling that one person you like them, but you feel like they already know and don’t really feel the same way. It’s a totally hard choice to make. Picking to tell them and either end up with them or ruining a friendship. It’s an endless “what if” choices.
Then > Now
illestswagsta:
What we use to do;
Text 24/7
Talk 24/7
What we do now;
Text once in a while. Or not at all.
Talk for like 5 mins. Or not at all.
You're just someone I use to know.
illestswagsta:
What sucks is that I didn’t want it to end like that. I tried so much to make things work, yet in the end one of use stopped trying. Now we’re nothing more than strangers.
I want to be your girl.
illestswagsta:
The girl you’re proud you asked out. The one that makes you happy. The one that makes you feel complete. The one you love with all your heart. & When you look at me and tell your friends “Hey, she’s mine.” Yeah, I want to be that girl. Your girl.
Comfort her..
vhattitsteto:
Lay beside her, gently wrap your arms around her waist as the other hand is slightly playing with her silky hair, tell her jokes, make her laugh. Make her know that she is safe around you. Stare at her beautiful eyes and tell her you “love her.”
I'm an emotional wreck at night. That's when all...
I'm no one's rebound.
anthonytherat:
Don’t play with me, I’m not a basketball hoop. I won’t be here for you when you clearly made your choice. Take me or leave me, simple as that. I’m tired of always being the second option, why can’t I ever be the first for once?
