i-hate-trust

anonymous asked:

tdpdfw: am i messaging them too much? are they just pretending to be offline to avoid me? what if they dont like these messages i sent them while they were asleep/offline? what if im being annoying? what if they hate me and im just embarrassing myself? what if they make fun of me for being so affectionate and cheesy? do they hate me? do they hate me? do they hate me? do they want nothing to do with me?

I hate you for giving up on me. I hate you for giving up on us. I hate you for hurting me. I hate you for making me cry. I hate you for leaving me. I hate you for not being there when I needed you the most. I hate you for what you’ve done. I hate you for ruining everything we had. I hate you for making me trust you when you were just gonna break that trust. I hate you for making me love you so much. Mostly, I hate you for making me a fool because I still love you despite everything you put me through.
—  I loved you.
Shoulda trusted my gut.

This guy I walked out of the date on, from his messages I could tell something was a bit off. When I didn’t reply straight away he’d asked for ‘feedback’. He was just very over sensitive about everything, and made a few thinly veiled digs which I’d just let go uncommented upon. I was a bit apprehensive even before I met him.

We sit down. The first story he tells me is about how he had verbally abused his female neighbour in the street. He does a bit of an ironically long rant about certain types of women who talk too much. Then 10 mins in, I said something and he was angry because I’d 'interrupted him’, and it was like in the movies when the robot’s eye suddenly switch on to evil mode.

I bumbled my way out of there. My voice was shaking and I almost cried but I’m glad I didn’t.

I will never, ever disobey my gut reaction again.

Inspired by this prompt from castlefanficprompts: ‘we take the same elevator every day and due to a misunderstanding I assumed you didn’t speak english and I’ve been talking to my friend about how hot you are for three weeks and apparently my friend has known from the start but you agreed not to tell me bc you both think its hilarious what the fuck’ au


He’s taken the elevator with her almost every day for the past week or so. Her apartment must be on one of the lower floors because it’s most definitely not his—he’d have noticed her—and he’s already thinking of ways to find out which one it is without blatantly asking her where she lives.

The first time he sees her walk onto the elevator he has to forcibly tear his eyes away from her and look elsewhere so he isn’t staring, but god is she stunning. Chestnut brown hair that falls just past her shoulders, usually in curls but there are occasions where she’ll wear it straight and he loves those days. The curls are perfect, but there’s something about the length that’s added when she straightens it that does him in. He’s only had a clear view of her eyes a handful of times, mostly when she gives him a friendly smile as she steps in, but they’re just as beautiful as she is. Brown and green with flecks of gold that stand out when the harsh elevator lighting hits them, a wonderful mixture of hazel that has him wishing he could just look into them forever.

But he doesn’t, because that’d be creepy.

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anonymous asked:

i can't believe they can find ways to add malcolm merlyn into the plot and to try and "redeem" him but they still say bullshit like "there was no time for that one laurel scene" or "she's hard to add her to the team" or whatever the fuck else like MALCOLM MERLYN IS BEING PORTRAYED AS A FUNNY FRENEMY AND BLACK FUCKING CANARY GETS PUSHED ASIDE i can't believe it

Right there with you, anon.

i m not even allowed to pick a fucking hairdtyle for myself becasue i cant curl my own ufcking hair

i cant draw on the weekdyas because its a fucking distraciton from my online classes

i cant have my phone at night because my mom doesnt trust me

i dont have a father figure, i have an emotional abuser in his plaec