Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed.
She tastes like a different flavor of bubblegum than you are used to.
She opens up a book that you had to read in high school, and a folded picture of us falls out of chapter three.
Now there are two unfinished stories resting in her lap.
Inevitably, she asks, and you tell her.
You say: I dated her a while back.
You don’t say: Sometimes, when I’m holding you, I imagine the smell of her vanilla perfume.
You say: She was younger than me.
You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered.
You say: It’s nothing now.
You don’t say: But it was everything then.
- Some things are better left unsaid. (via stolenwine)
the smarter u are the more men arent funny
"i understand women have it bad but men have it bad too"
"i mean, women are almost equal to men as it is"
"i’m not a feminist, i believe in equality"
If we’re dating, your hoodies become my hoodies.
I’m scared of heterosexuals. What do they want?
haha and then what? ;)
ITS SO UNFAIR WHEN YOU LOVE SINGING BUT YOU WERENT BORN WITH A GOOD VOICE
If I follow you, yes, I care about your garden, what your cat did today, the jewelry you made, that one friend who said the thing, i like your sense of humor, and also your selfies.
dont eat potatoes its culturally appropriating to the irish and as a non irish person it offends ME
Potatoes were first grown and domesticated in Peru by the Andean/Inca people. Not in Ireland.
If you’re going to try to make a pathetic joke, at least know what you’re talking about first.