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Her head said no. Her heart said go. Her head said don’t fall again. Her heart said put nothing above him. Her head said you always fall too fast. Her heart said I can make this one last. Her head cried look he’s breaking you! Her heart laughes, chill he’s just in a bad mood. Her head said he’s going to leave you behind. Her heart said you’re the only girl on his mind. Her head said look hes leaving you! Her heart yelled shut up! That can’t be true! Her head said see I told you so! Her heart said, he’ll be back by tomorrow. Her head said he’s with that girl tonight. Her heart whispered, sorry kid…your head was right. 

A lot of us get in a relationship just to fill the empty space. We get attached to easily and we don’t want no one to take their place. But our heart doesn’t realize that just because I love the person doesn’t mean we are meant for each other. Theres a big difference between who love, who we settle down for and who we are really meant for. It took me years and heartbreak after heartbreak to finally realize this. 

Perfection

I’m not perfect. I have stretch marks and my thighs are big. My teeth aren’t straight and my face breaks out. My vision isn’t perfect and I have tan lines. I bite my nails sometimes and my laugh sounds weird. My hair isn’t pin straight and my waist isn’t tiny. My boobs aren’t big and my cheeks are chubby. I’m shy and very weird. My grades aren’t always amazing and I can’t always stay out of trouble. I’m accident prone and smile way too much. My nose is too big and my eyes aren’t colored. I have scars, I’ve been hurt, cheated on, used & broken. . How can you possibly love me? 

Dear Boyfriend

Dear Boyfriend, I know you dont wanna hear the things Im about to say…but you need to know these things about me before we get serious. Im not a girl to just mess around with. I take my relationship seriously. If you like to talk to a bunch of females, being with me wont be a good idea. I get jealous easily and it would hurt me seeing you talk to another girl. I dont trust easily, there were guys before you, i wont lie. but they broke my heart and Im scared to love. Its not your fault…its theirs…but how do i know that you’re not the same? Im the goofiest and weirdest girl you will meet. I like to randomly dance and sing, if you get embarrassed easily. being with me wont be easy. Im a family girl. I want to meet your mom, dad, brothers,sisters, cousins, the whole gang. I want them to like me. I dont want to be a secret. You’ll have to meet my ma and she’ll have to like you but you have to win over my sister because she’s my world. Finally, if you dont plan on loving me, and seeing me in your life, dont start a relationship with me. If I havent scared you away then good. and if you’re okay with all this than I see something amazing happening between. Love, this girl (:

Maybe your first love is the one that sticks with you because it’s the only person who will ever receive all of you. After that, you learn better. But most of all, no matter what, a piece of you forever remains left behind in the heart of the one you loved - a piece no future lover could ever get, no matter what. That piece holds innocence - the belief that love really can last forever. It holds friendship and pain, trial and error, that one kiss you’ll never forget and that night under the stars that you can never get back. It holds youth and everything you thought love could be. Everything that was proven wrong.

DEAR GIRlS GOING THROUGH A HEARTBREAK:

Relax. Dry your eyes. Hang up when he calls. Delete all his messages. Stop stalking all his sites & stop reading all the letters he gave you. Give yourself some pride. If somebody asks you about him, nicely answer that you don’t know. Never freak out. Live like you don’t care for you really don’t. Listen to your friend’s advice. Stay beautiful & make that stunning smile a habit. Go out. Get busy. Be happy. Keep this in mind set : everyday is a chance to meet someone better or even the best. Stay true that you’ve been hurt & you’ve learned from it. Now … let go. ♥ 

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