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This Is Why I'm Single

“This is a story of a girl who turned out wrong, because she only loved things that couldn’t love her back.” —Sophia, Skins

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elfauno:

Finally, some good advice from Cosmo

elfauno:

Finally, some good advice from Cosmo

(via gabrielladressedinyellow)

Today, I ripped you from my mouth
like the bitterest apology I’ve ever given.
I washed you off of my skin, watched the last of you
disappear down the shower drain.
Today, I made a choice
not to set fire to the person I was when you loved me,
not to burn myself to the ground
just to see if you’d come running to the flames.
Today, I stared down the morning until my eyes
burned like suns.
I left the house.
I wore a black dress that hugged my hips
like they would never have to apologize
for their vastness again.
I tore you from my hands, picked the splinters out
with a pair of tweezers, one by one.
I wore red lipstick and stained all my coffee cups with
my own mouth.
I looked in mirrors and smiled.
I walked to the park and
cried watching baby ducklings follow their mother
into the water for the first time.
I got drunk with my friends and didn’t bring
you up once.
I danced under the streetlights and kissed a stranger
who tasted nothing like you.
I went home alone and slept for twelve hours.
I didn’t see you painted on the
inside of my eyelids like the ceiling of
an abandoned cathedral.
I didn’t break a single dish in my house.
I showered until all the hot water was gone
and, my God, I was so brave,
to keep going without you.
To dig through the layers of you
and find myself glowing,
no longer the moth, but the light, itself.
I was so brave to get left by you
and not fall to pieces.
to get left by you and not fall at all.

— Caitlyn Siehl, Left (via alonesomes)

(via alonesomes)

(Source: unclefather, via ramblingsofanurbanjawn)

jnue:

kinda want a boyfriend kinda wanna hook up with a boy kinda wanna never talk to any boys ever

(via gabrielladressedinyellow)

That time you confused a lesson for a soulmate.

— Dream Hampton  (via 5000letters)

(Source: tirhase, via alonesomes)

If they don’t reply to your texts — they’re not interested in you.

If they don’t call you — they’re not interested in you.

If they forget your birthday — they’re not interested in you.

If they’re hung up on their ex — they’re not interested in you.

If they’re obsessed with being single — they’re not interested in you.

If they don’t want to meet your friends — they’re not interested in you.

If they don’t want you to meet their friends — they’re not interested in you.

If they don’t ask questions about your life — they’re not interested in you.

If they don’t tell you things about their life — they’re not interested in you.

If they only speak to you when they want to have sex with you — they’re not interested in you.

If they only have sex with you when they’re drunk — they’re not interested in you.

If they say “should we just keep this between us?’ after you have sex with them — they’re not interested in you.

If they don’t have sex with you — they’re not interested in you.

If they can always find a psychobabble rationale about who “I am” or “you are” or “we are” as reason why you can’t be together — they’re not interested in you.

If they have said for more than six months that they would like to be with you “BUT” — they’re not interested in you.

And if you still need convincing — think of it this way. Think of what the real day-to-day of life is taken up by. Life is birthday parties at terrible pubs. Life is losing your credit card and the annual Melbourne Cup sweepstake in the office. Life is hen’s nights, bucks’ nights, sitting on the phone for three hours to get U2 tickets and not getting them, the apartment upstairs flooding your house, interval training, calorie counting, cancer scares, illegal mini cabs, Secret Santa, rail replacement buses and Dido albums. Dogs die, cars crash, bin liners break, contracts end, curtain rails collapse, trains get delayed, football teams lose. Divorce happens and so do earthquakes and so does An Audience With Michael Bublé. Landlords put rent up, phones get stolen and the supermarket often completely runs out of hummus.

Now, taking all of the above into account — you look me dead in the eye and tell me the truth. Do you really have enough spare energy to pursue someone who isn’t interested in you? Do you really want to waste any more time on top of all of that? No. Me neither. So give it up, my friend. It’s a loser’s game. Delete their number. Don’t go on any more dates with them. Stop lurking their Facebook page. Feels good, doesn’t it?

— Dolly Alderton (via gaslightgoodbye)

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markdoesstuff:

thusspakekate:

curliestofcrowns:

crowmygod:

i just got a message from this man on okcupid and i am VERY VERY VERY freaked out that this person exists and lives within fifteen minutes of me

you gUYS I KNOW IT LOOKS TLDR BUT YOU WILL NOT BE DISAPPOINTED IF YOU READ THE WHOLE THING

omg i literally fell over i was laughing so hard

i can’t even summarize this trainwreck in a general sense. what a fucking mESS

thats-slightly-raven:

My milkshakes bring all the boys to the yard. GRAVEYARD hahaha enjoy that cyanide milkshake you piece of shit

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holysheerios:

don’t feel bad if you’re single because it just means you’re the best in the album

(via geekscoutcookies)

(via jessehimself)

livelaughlovelocs:

They went home and told their wives, 
that never once in all their lives, 
had they known a girl like me, 
But… They went home.

They said my house was licking clean, 
no word I spoke was ever mean, 
I had an air of mystery, 
But… They went home.

My praises were on all men’s lips, 
they liked my smile, my wit, my hips, 
they’d spend one night, or two or three.
But… 

Maya Angelou

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(Source: punwitch, via charlespudding)