• the "we dated for a few months and then had the messiest breakup ever" couple:gemini & pisces
  • the "we fight all the time but it's how we say i love you" couple:aries & libra
  • the "we broke up years ago and i still can't get over you" couple:leo & cancer
  • the "we dated for a week in middle school" couple:sagittarius & virgo
  • the "i think i'm gonna marry you someday" couple:capricorn & aquarius
  • the "i was kind of into you before i realized you were an asshole" couple:leo & scorpio
  • the "after all this time, it still feels like the honeymoon stage" couple:pisces & libra
  • the "i started adding my name to your last name two weeks in" couple:gemini & aquarius
  • the on and off couple:taurus & scorpio
  • the almosts:cancer & sagittarius
  • the first loves:virgo & aries
  • the last loves:capricorn & taurus


It’s been years since we’ve talked. You’ve moved on and you’re engaged to someone who I’m sure is great. And although I know that I no longer want to be with you, you continue to haunt my thoughts and dreams. Maybe it’s because we never got closure. Maybe it’s because we were meant to be in each others lives in some form. Or maybe it’s because when you left me, you left me so broken…even to this day. I’m not sure. And I’m also not sure that I will ever really know the answer to that. 

I often think back to the time when we were young and in love. I really truly believe what we had was real. You were the first and last taste of love I’ve had in my 23 years of existence. Because of that, I’ll always carry a piece of you in my heart.

I take the blame for the beginning of the end of us. I began texting my ex boyfriend. It was completely innocent and friendly, but I hid it from you and that was wrong. The following three months only got worse and worse. You stopped trusting me, and I even think you might have stopped loving me. I’d take it back if I could.

Honestly, if I could go back to that first year and a half, I would jump back in a relationship with you immediately. We were great together. But once I messed up things only got worse, and I don’t want a part in who you’ve become ever again.

We broke up for about a year, and then right before I was about to move across the state for college, you asked me to be yours again. I was ecstatic. I felt like we were going to be able to go back to the old us and everything would be okay. 

When you told me we were going to keep our relationship quiet at first, I didn’t think anything of it. I broke up with a guy to be with you, and I just thought you didn’t want to start trouble. When you didn’t kiss me, I just thought maybe you were taking it slow so we wouldn’t end up with our hearts broken.

And then my friend saw you in the grocery store with a girl. You said she was your cousin, but your friend told the truth. He said that she was your girlfriend visiting from out of state. It was my last weekend home, and I just wanted to spend it with you. Instead, I was home alone packing, crying, and trying to mend the pain that I felt from your betrayal before I had to put on a happy face and try to make new friends in a city where no one knew me.

Because I’m an idiot, I continued to let you in again and again. Every time you said you wanted us to be us again, I let it happen…but each time you just left me more and more broken. I continued to devote myself to you for another year and a half while continued to not give a shit. After the one night we spent together while I was visiting home, I realized you were dating someone, and I decided to begin to let it go. We fought a lot in the next couple months and it ended abruptly. We just stopped texting and calling each other out of nowhere. I don’t regret kicking you out of my life. You were poisonous and the things you did to me still mess with my head today, four years later.

I just want to know…Do I still haunt you? Do thoughts of what we used to have and who we used to be still pop in your mind from time to time? Does your fiancé know that you spent the night with me on that day you cancelled your date with her? Do you realize you’re getting married on our anniversary? Has our relationship left you as broken as it has left me? 

Did you ever really love me?

Just know that I miss you and I wish we could be friends. I wish you the happiest marriage. 


anonymous asked:

I started Spanish last semester, it's my first year. I loved Spanish throughout my whole life.. But since I started doing it now in college, I don't like it. Because I think they're going way too fast for students in first year.. We're currently doing poetry in Spanish.. 😕 & I think it's too early to do that.. I'm honestly losing motivation because of all of this.. Any advice? I really love Spanish just .. Right now things are going too fast..

First, if you feel it’s going too fast you should tell your teacher that. They’re there to help you and if you’re not getting it, you need to tell them so they can help. If they aren’t interested in helping then they’re not a good teacher, and you should try tutoring.

But for me, I’m the same way. If I’m not enjoying myself I lose interest. If Spanish becomes a chore, I lose interest. The easiest way to combat this is by making Spanish fun.

Languages are one of the easiest ways to “procrastinate productively” because you can watch or read things you like in your target language and it is sort of like studying but it’s also fun. So watch TV shows in Spanish, or read stuff in Spanish, brush up on grammar with games or study guides if you need to, but don’t make it a chore.

It’s also important to find out what part of it is specifically bothering you. If it’s conjugation and verbs, you need to focus more on that. If it’s the language of poetry, then you’re not alone, but there are ways to sort of get through it by reading analyses of the poems in Spanish that are written in “normal” Spanish. If it’s vocab, you just have to focus more on memorization. And if it’s reading in general, then you need to practice that because - trust me - it feels very overwhelming when you have to read like 80 pages in Spanish when you’re used to reading 10 or less.

My advice is if there’s a lot of reading, DON’T TRY TO READ IT ALL AT ONCE. That’s the worst thing to do if you’re not used to it because it is SUCH a chore.

 Read a bit at a time. Take notes. Try and figure out what’s happening, and if you’re lost, write down what confuses you and you can bring that to your teacher and be like “I read it but I didn’t understand this part”.

There’s really nothing worse than 80 pages of “I DON’T GET IT” all at once.

anonymous asked:

First, I love your blog. My question is what makes Dolores Haze different than the girls that he basically raped with but in the book, maybe in the 1997 movie, that he said 'he loved her at first sight, the last sight and the ever sight'. What makes her different than the girls?

Well, first of all Humbert supposedly wrote the book about Lo, so it would be kinda foolish of him to admit to the readers, and the jury for that matter, that she wasn’t special to him. He presented her as the one, the girl he loved even when she was just a dead leaf echo of a nymphet, exactly because he tried to convince us that it wasn’t just the sex he was after. He tried to show us how important Lo was to him, how much he loved her and not any of the other underage prostitutes he would often have intercourse with, exactly because he wanted us to believe that these two deserved to be together, and, subsequently, he wasn’t that much of a monster.


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I’m immediately struck by his youth. He can’t be much older than me. It’s obvious he’s in charge of something, though I have no idea what. His skin is flawless, unblemished, his jawline sharp and strong. His eyes are the palest shade of emerald I’ve ever seen.

I’m scanning the thousands of people scattered around this icy, icy ground and I don’t see him, not anywhere, and the terror of this moment kicks me in the gut until I’m out of breath and out of hope, blinking fast and trying to hold myself together. The metal roof under my feet is shaking. I turn toward the sound, heart pounding, and see a hand reach over the top.