insta-charllouise_xx
- fuck, marry, kill
- would you rather
- make me choose between two things
- send me song & movie recs
- ask me for advice
- tell me about your day
- talk to me about makeup
- confess something to me on anon
- ask me questions to get to know me
- ask me about my fave things
- ask for a blog rate
- tell me what you think about my blog
- srsly anything !!!! just don’t be a perve
- fuck, marry, kill
- would you rather
- make me choose between two things
- send me song & movie recs
- ask me for advice
- tell me about your day
- talk to me about makeup
- confess something to me on anon
- ask me questions to get to know me
- ask me about my fave things
- ask for a blog rate
- tell me what you think about my blog
- srsly anything !!!! just don’t be a perve
But I don’t want small talk. Text me, and without saying hello, tell me why you got so angry at your sister this morning. Tell me why you have a scar shaped like Europe on the left side of your neck. Send me paragraphs about the time you spent at your grandmother’s house that one summer. Call me when I’m half asleep and tell me why you believe in God. Tell me about the first time you saw your dad cry. Go on for hours about things that may not seem important because I promise that I’ll be hanging on to every word you say. Tell me everything. I don’t want someone who just talks about the weather.
This. Yes this, is the very thing I love about humans. (via wornsoles-wornsouls)
I love this
(via 0kchill)
i don’t think people understand that people can ‘love’ you and not actually love you
like my grandmother ‘loved’ me, but she also was always trying to change me. she tried to take me away from my (catholic bisexual) mother. she made me wear dresses when i was there. she always tried to get me to go to church and was always asking me if i was dating a boy yet
i spent years feeling guilty that i wasn’t what she wanted me to be until my mom told me one day “she never bothered to know the real you”
and it’s true. any time i tried to show her something about myself, even cook for her, it would be dismissed, and a replacement would be offered. even northern food was somehow a sin.
she loved me what she thought i should be, she never loved me.
bc people who love you, they love you for all the stuff that makes you you. they never consider that it makes you inconvenient.
“It was true: the other mother loved her. But she loved Coraline as a miser loves money, or a dragon loves its gold.“
Loving someone like a prized possession is a very different thing from loving someone like a person you care about.
THIS THO
This is so true…
Do me a favor, and break my nose
Do me a favor, and tell me to go away
Do me a favor, and stop asking questions
Do Me a Favour | Arctic Monkeys
*favour
