Sometimes-but-not-always - Forever If You Let Me

January, The feeling of your sheets against my skin is the only thing that gets me out of my bed anymore. February, My birthday passes, the little Pisces girl with too much love in her heart, you don’t call me. March, They say spring is coming but it snowed today, I’m losing hope.  April, The word therapy comes up a lot in conversation but I never go. May, I walk into the woods a lot and try to lose myself, I know it too well, I decide to get high instead. June, The men that drink at the bar squeeze my ass when I give them their bourbons, I let them, they tip better than anyone.  July, I love my tan skin and the feeling of the sun against it, I’m happy until the night gets dark. August, I see you at the gas station filling up your Jeep, you smile, I buy myself a pack of cigarettes. September,  I quit smoking because he says I’m too pretty to die young, I disagree. October,  It’s getting cold again and he is not you, but sometimes I can still pretend he is when he’s pulling my hair. November,  I don’t remember much but the taste of liquor, and the sound of the door slamming when I leave him.  December,  I forgot what your voice sounded like until I answered your call. You ask if I’m okay, I ask what you mean by that.

A year spent missing you (via weallwritealong)

Daylight fading into night.

Unknown Source.

In health class today, we got a “what should you say back to somebody who tries pressures you into sex” worksheet. This is what I wrote. And below, what it says, in case you’re having trouble with the picture or reading my handwriting. "Come on, just this once." - I’d rather have pizza and watch a movie. "What could it hurt?" - You, if you keep pestering me. "Everybody’s doing it." - Too bad I’m not everybody. "If you loved me, you’d let me." - If you loved me, you’d buy me Supernatural on Blu-Ray. Hand ‘em over. "I promise we’ll use a condom every time." - *stares blankly until partner gets uncomfortable and leaves* "No one has to know." - No one has to know if I murder you. "What are you afraid of?" - Spiders, needles, wasps, clowns, heights, murderers… "Don’t you love me enough to have sex with me?" - No. "You’re just chicken." - *starts twitching wildly, making chicken noises, and flaps arms like wings* "Don’t you want to know what it’s like?" - Not with you. "Everyone knows you’ve done it before." - I’d think I’d remember something like that. "Maybe you just don’t like boys." - Yes, I’m a lesbian. "Put out or get out." - Okay, bye. "I’m clean, I promise." - Maybe you should take a bath, then, just to be sure.

Are you a teen? This blog is just for you!

i wanna watch a movie but i also wanna finish this book but i also wanna go to bed but i also wanna eat something but i also wanna finish that tv series but i also wanna drink something but i also wanna do something with my life

do you see my dilemma 

THERE IS A DIFFERENCE BETWEEN

finding someone aesthetically pleasing

being sexually attracted to someone

being romantically attracted to someone

#and its ok if you can’t figure out what the fuck you’re actually feeling