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Absolutely nothing is mine unless I make it clear it is. Please don't sue. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery <3
That awkward moment when you resist the urge to correct your boyfriend’s grammar during a sweet exchange.
“your amazing”
my amazing what
my amazing what
I commented on my friends status when he asked for new Limewire like sites.
I said, “thepiratebay.com.”
That’s it.
Two minutes later, I’ve gotten ten facebook mobile updates with other people saying things.
Dear you who hate the way you look, a degree or two of honesty. Love, Sean.
This was my message over facebook to someone who posted that they were fat, and ugly, and worthless, and depressed because they had never had a boyfriend, and that they wanted to die. It is the most honest I have been with someone who I don’t know that well…really ever. So…here you go. This is for anyone who feels that they aren’t physically good enough.
“To be quite honest with you, I actually kind of relate to you. When I was a junior in high school, I had HORRIBLE acne. Seriously, I was one of the worst cases I have seen to date. I remember waking up every morning, and rushing to the mirror in the naive hope that something had changed magically while I had slept. It never had. During the start of the peak of my fight with it, I could barely get myself out of bed. I wore hoodies just so whenever I felt self-conscious I could put my hood up and imagine that I was invisible to the world.
the thing about this period, and the reason I’m so glad I had those flaws, is that in the dearth of adoration from others, I learned to adore myself. I learned to find myself through ways other than my physical beauty. I worked towards several things, no matter how trivial, and I set my mind to them and I tried my hardest. I learned exactly how capable of a person I was. That was the point that I decided I was worth more than how I looked. As cheesy and cliche as it sounds, I realized I was a person, and anyone who disregarded me because of the way I appeared physically was not worth my time.
Let me clarify- you are in no definition of the word fat, ugly, worthless, or anything you claim to be on facebook. but the thing is, if you see yourself as nothing but physical flaws heaped onto one another, then maybe your best course of action would be to find your personality. Looks only get you so far in a relationship- what really makes a relationship last, and stick, and what really earns you the love you so seek is the ability to open up and share some internal beauty with your partner. The only difference between a fling and a boyfriend is how intimately you let each other in.
So really, find yourself. Know yourself. Love yourself. The rest logically follows.
Sorry, I have a tendency to write essays when I really have something to say.”
So I don’t listen to 1D (not that I don’t like them, just never really got into them), but they keep coming up on my dash and it’s been a while since I’ve seen my boyfriend and Louis and Zayn are throwing my hormones for a loop.
So, hey tumblr,
That satisfaction you get from seeing a fb post about an ex being stood up for a date.
Yep.
I’m an asshole.
I think sometimes the only reason I try so hard with him is because I hope that one day he will try that hard for me.
I’m starting to think it’s never going to happen.
DEPRESSING TUMBLR UPDATE 2K12
LOSING FOLLOWERS LIKE A DRUNK BITCH’S KEYS.
that moment when pictures are posted on facebook
and you’re like, “oh cool…
…when was this?”
What do you do with a risky dream?
Do you follow it? Or do you completely disregard it and go for a safe bet?
What if both is not an option?
Dear shitty feelings,
Go away. I have studying to do. Call back later.
Actually, please don’t call.
Love,
Sean
