Porque más que una simple amiga, te he considerado mi hermana, porque por ti nunca me importó lo que pueda pasar mientras estés bien, por todos los chismes que ignoré, las personas de las que me alejé, y por la persona en la que me he convertido gracias a ti…
Querida “Mejor Amiga”:
Es una mierda saber que después de todo lo que hemos pasado, las cosas hayan terminado así, y para ser sincera, creo que esto es malditamente injusto.
Sabes, las cosas no siempre van a salir como tu quieres, no siempre será un “Yo la cago y tu me pides perdón”, y aunque te cueste, eso es algo a lo que tendrás que irte acostumbrando.
Perdón por haber sido tan “Mala Amiga” (Como tu dices) : por faltar a clases para quedarme contigo en tus malos momentos, por ser la única que recuerda tu cumpleaños, por admirarte por la supuesta fuerza que tenías, y por quedarme callada aún cuando lo único que merecías era una patada en la cara. Y creo que ese fue el mayor problema, mi error más grande fue acostumbrarte a tener siempre la razón, a no decir nada ni reclamarte nunca, y lo peor en ese caso fue que cuando me cansé de toda esta mierda y te pedí que me dejaras tener una vida fuiste tú la que se sintió ofendida…
¿Acaso no merezco tener más amigas? ¿No merezco ser feliz con alguien? Pues al parecer no, y si quieres que yo me disculpe, pues PERDÓN… Perdón por haber dejado que te apoderes mi vida, perdón por acostumbrarte a tener siempre el control, perdón, fue mi error, por no haber puesto nunca un límite.
Y está bien si te enojas, eso lo entiendo, pero tu ira no justifica el hecho de que toda mi vida privada haya terminado publicada en redes sociales gracias a ti, no justifica el hecho de que te portes como una niña pequeña cada vez que paso cerca. No sacas nada tratando de llamar la atención, y es decepcionante que después de toda la confianza que te di hayas tomado decisiones tan estúpidas, que después de creer que pensabas diferente te hayas dejado llevar por la superficialidad.
Ahora eres libre de hacer lo que quieras, pero no interfieras en mi vida, deja de pedirle a la gente que grite tu nombre cuando me ves, deja de preguntarles a mis amigas cómo estoy, si tanto me odias ahora, solo aléjate y ya.
two years ago today I got to go to the premier of Ed’s movie and walk on the carpet with him. He was 1 foot away and said hi to me then I got to watch JFG in the same room as him with his family/friends including justin bieber??
“My shadow is always with me… Sometimes ahead, sometimes behind, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, except on cloudy days, or at night” #purepoetry #wallybrando #twinpeaks #michaelcera #twinpeaksfanart #sherifftruman #bestpoetryever #waterco por cristina zavala
Taylor about Joe: Was I out of line? Did I say something way too honest? Made you run and hide Like a scared little boy? Joe about Taylor: Now I’m done with Superstars And all the tears on her guitarI’m not bitter Now I see everything I’d ever need Is the girl in front of me She’s much better
Taylor about Taylor: I miss your tan skin, your sweet smile So good to me, so rightA nd how you held me in your arms That September night The first time you ever saw me cry Maybe this is wishful thinking Probably mindless dreaming If we loved again, I swear I’d love you right
Taylor about John: Or maybe it’s you and your sick need to give love then take it away And you’ll add my name to your long list of traitors who don’t understand And I’ll look back and regret how I ignored when they said: Run as fast as you can John about Taylor: You’re like twenty-two girls in one And none of them know what they’re running from Was it just too far to fall For a little paper doll?
Taylor about Jake: And you call me up again just to break me like a promise So casually cruel in the name of being honest I’m a crumpled up piece of paper lying here
Taylor about Harry: You got that James Dean daydream look in your eye And I got that red lip classic thing that you like And when we go crashing down, we come back every time ‘Cause we never go out of style Harry about Taylor: And if you like midnight driving with the windows down And if you like going places we can’t even pronounce If you like to do whatever you’ve been dreaming about Baby, you’re perfect
1) taylorswift doesn’t only write songs dissing her exes (and almost every time she did this they answer proofs that she was right) 2) I miss Taylor Squared and Haylor 3) I think she is in good terms with these two 4) FUCK YOU JOHN MAYER
Hey Tomcats and Ladybugs! Fanfiction day 11! Here’s some sweet Adrinette for you! vanilla107 xoxo
Dedicated to the LOVELY @nutlas for her AMAZING drawings of the best shipping square ever! :)
As usual the class was discussing the lastest news on Ladybug and Chat Noir, Ayla of course having all the details. The conversation then went from how they saved Paris from an akuma yesterday to who could possibly be Ladybug and Chat Noir.
Ayla declared that it had to be one of the people in their class because when the Horrificator struck their school that Chat Noir and Ladybug couldn’t get in or out. So it had to be someone in their class. Ayla started to tick off people from their class and had landed on Marinette last.
“Marinette? Really? Her Ladybug? You’ve got to be kidding.” Chloe said harshly. Marinette, who was only half listening and doodling in her notebook, looked up with anger clearly written on her face. “What’s your problem, Chloe?” Ayla hissed. Everybody froze to look at the fight about to break out. “My problem? My problem is that you are stupid enough to think that a stuttering mess like Marinette could be Ladybug.” she replied with a flick of her hair.
“What if I am Ladybug?” Marinette said from her desk. As soon as she said the words she regretted them. The whole class started at her and she felt her cheeks go bright red. “Don’t make me laugh, Marinette. You’re so hopeless at everything! How could YOU possibly be Ladybug!” Chloe laughed. “And Ayla! You are supposed to be practising to be a good journalist, yet you’re spending all your time on that petty Ladyblog! Why don’t you just shut it down like all your stupid ideas!” Marinette felt anger running through her veins had she stood up and slammed her hands on her desk. It was one thing to humiliate her but her friends was when you crossed the line.
“Chloe, what is your problem with you belittling everyone? Is it because you believe that no one else could be Ladybug besides someone who YOU think is capable of being Ladybug?” Marinette growled. “Well open your eyes Chloe, anyone could be Ladybug, it could be Juleka, Rose, Myléne- anyone!” All the memories of Chloe ridiculing or humiliating her was surfacing, but Marinette refused to let rage consume her. She didn’t want to become an akuma.
Marinette took a step forward and glared at Chloe. “Or is it because you’re not Ladybug?” Marinette said angrily. She saw something flicker in the evil blonde’s eyes. Fear? Guilt? Marinette didn’t know but she wanted to put this girl in her place one and for all. “I don’t care that your father is the mayor. I don’t care that you have so much money that you’re rolling in it but if you EVER humiliate anyone again you’d better pray that I won’t come after you.” Marinette threatened.
Suddenly the bell rang and Chloe (who was red in the face) ran out of the room with Sabrina on her tail. The whole class cheered. “Wow, Marinette! I had no idea you could be so…feisty!” exclaimed Rose her eyes bright with joy. “Yeah, Chloe deserved that.” Kim said smiling. “Why don’t we celebrate? Party at my place?” Nino asked. The whole class yelled in agreement and walked out the class. Only Marinette was left.
Marinette had no idea what had come over her. “I hope I didn’t take it too far, it’s not like I want an akumatized Chloe.” Marinette muttered to herself. “Well, I think you did perfectly.” A voice said. Marinette jumped in surprise and fell to the floor. “Ow!” she cried when she knocked her head against one of the desks. “Oh no, Marinette! I didn’t mean to scare you!” said Adrien as he lent a hand to help her up. “I…it’s..n…no..p..problem..” Marinette stuttered her face going a deep shade of red at the contact of their hands.
“Marinette, I came to say that what you did was really…inspiring.” he said. “Chloe got away with murder too many times and I’m glad that you stood up for Ladybug, yourself and we’ll, everyone.” he said his blonde hair shining in the afternoon light. “Thanks… A..Adrien.” she mumbled.
This was her chance. C'mon!
“A..Adrien?” she asked nervously. “Yes, Marinette?” She began fidgeting with the edge of her shirt ,her face going red. “Um…I was wondering if…you, if it’s no problem…um…like to get a hot chocolate sometime…” she blurted out. Adrien raised his eyebrow a small smile on his face.
“That sounds great, in fact…why don’t we go now? I heard that this café is having a special on all their cakes today.” he said. “N..now?” Marinette stammered. “Yes, my treat for your…bravery?” he said a familiar gleam of mischief in his eye. Marinette thought she was going to simultaneously combust. “S..sure.” she smiled as they walked out the class.
‘Only you would do that, My Lady.’ Adrien thought as he glanced at Marinette. 'Only you would stand up for your friends.’ He smiled as Marinette blushed as something he said.
'One day..hopefully you’ll show me that you are Ladybug’