Take the plunge; and dance.
Reblogged from drjcitaliabella-deactivated2012
I know it can be hard to please her sometimes, but it’s worth it in the end.
Remember that she’s your happiness, your world. She should be the first person you talk to in the morning, and the last person you whisper “Good night” to.
Unlike some of your bros, she’s going to be there for you when you’re the happiest, but more importantly, when you’re at your lowest. She’ll cook for you and care for you, so treat her like a queen.
Girls are delicate creatures. Think before you say. Think before you act. They take every little mistake you make and multiply it by a thousand. So try not to mess up, aight? When you’re fighting, sometimes it’s better to put your relationship before your own pride. You’re not helping yourself by making her upset, bro. And never, ever, under any condition, let her go to sleep crying. She’ll resent you for it for the rest of your days. Don’t forget to make her feel special everyday. Open doors, go shopping with her. Hell, make dinner for her! The more you show her you love her, the more she’ll give you in return.
Remember that an “I love you” via text is never as special as one in person. And show her off to your bros, don’t be ashamed of her. She’s never been ashamed of your dorky ass. Look, she doesn’t really need much in a relationship; she just wants to feel like she matters to you. That’s not asking for much, bro.
But if you haven’t learned a thing from reading this, remember this. Love her unconditionally, loyally, and keep her close. Love her with everything you’ve got: emotionally, mentally, and physically. Because I swear, if you won’t treat your girl right, someone else definitely will.
If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song
What do you do when someone you love with all your heart suddenly becomes the monster from your nightmare? Its a torture when you are constantly on my mind. Places we’ve been to, our mementos, even the food you bought for me. They only serve to remind me of how much I miss you. As I grudgingly wake up each morning, the despair that haunted me the night before only returns after a fleeting moment of solace…
What do I do now? Who do I turn to..?
Do I cling on to the memories of her goofy laughter, the light scent of her hair, her warm hands when they’re entwined with mine?
Or do I move on and do my best not to look over my shoulder and to wish her all the best?
I really… have no clue.
I wish I did.
Reblogged from a-shameful-prodigy
I tried to be perfect
But nothing was worth it
I don’t believe it makes me real
I thought it’d be easy
But no one believes me
I meant all the things I said- Sum 41
