I casually mentioned my tumblr in class a last week and this really popular girl who kinda disses on me a lot was like “Oh yeah, tumblr! I’m super famous on there, I have like 100 followers, It’s so hard to get them on Tumblr I bet you don’t even have that many.”
"One thousand one hundred and eighty."
"I have one thousand one hundred and eighty followers on tumblr."
i’ve been trying not to fall in love with you.
i’ve been trying not to imagine what your morning breath smells like, and the jokes we would share every night right before we drift off to sleep.
I’ve been trying to tell myself that love is nothing but endings,
and we would be nothing but destruction.
i’ve been trying not to imagine your voice after three cigarettes when you whisper that you love me.
i’ve been trying to imagine what goodbye sounds like through your clenched jaw.
i’ve been trying to forget that you cleared the mess from my head
and I keep trying to shove chaos back into my membrane so i go back to the person I was before you.
i’ve been failing at everything.
Who taught me to suck in my stomach,
or my cheeks?
Who told me to stand with my legs apart
and my hips thrust back
to create the illusion of a gap
between my thighs?
Who made me believe that the most beautiful part of me
is my negative space?
sometimes I forget that Americans have to pay for university upfront like what the fuck is that are u guys ok
No we’re not okay.
We’re not okay at all.
What do other countries do?
There’s a difference between
- Thinking someone is cute
- Having a crush on someone
- Being interested in someone
- Liking someone
- Loving someone
- Being in love with someone
if you cared, you’d answer me.
I don’t just mean my messages;
I’m not that shallow and linear.
If you cared,
That’s all I have to say.