and makes me feel cute

Oh god. Orientation Week starts next week. That means my currently peaceful university will be overrun by freshly-minted Matriculants who think they’re The Best™ because they were the top of their class in high school and got into UCT. Man, O-Week is annoying.

anonymous asked:

My crush is this amazing girl who is Hispanic and has beautiful brown eyes and a smile that makes my heart melt. She's a masseuse but also works part time as a lumber jack, bc she's gay like that. She's a free spirit and has the most amazing taste in music. I met her in a bar and she bought me a drink and took me home. I've talked to her every day since. She's a really good kisser and I like the sound of her voice. She's super exciting and cute. She's also super sweet and makes me feel special

Wife her.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
We throw around the word never likes its nothing but a small rose petal. The word never is a doubled edged sword. On one side it says ‘I will never leave you’ and on the other it says ‘I will never love you.’
—  The Word Never
Looking back, I can’t remember the truth. I blew everything out of proportion so I could feel the hurt and betrayal and write about it in vivid detail. It was my own method of torture. My own undoing; and I enjoyed every second of it.
—  c.j.n.