Things You Don't Comment On:

- someone’s eating habits

- appearance issues that can’t be fixed there and then

- someone else’s “bad” decision if it can’t now be undone

- someone’s laugh or voice

- someone’s “unrealistic” dreams

- someone “not looking their best” in photos

- someone not wanting to do something and trying to subtly avoid it without making a fuss

- anything that you know will make someone self conscious or insecure unnecessarily

I’m so scared because you never shut up about how much you love me, but my brother’s best friend couldn’t shut up either about how much he loved his girlfriend, and now 2 years later he finds himself looking at other girls in nightclubs. He’s getting tired of her eventually, and the saddest part is that she’s still into him.
For now you never let go of my hand when we’re in nightclubs, and you don’t want to dance with anyone but me, but I’m so scared that one day, 2 years from now, you’ll leave me alone on a seat, and your eyes will imperceptibly scan the crowd in search of other prettier, skinnier, funnier girls.
You will get tired of me eventually, and the saddest part is that, I’ll still be into you.
—  Let’s not end up like this

I have kind of a pudgy smile, but so does Dan Howell so its okay.

I have a hunch when I walk but so does Tyler Joseph so its okay.

I avoid eye contact when I talk but so does Josh Dun so its okay.

I’ve got really long fingers but so does Phil Lester so its okay.

I’ve got a little bit of pudge on my waist but so does Dan so its okay.

I’m not perfect, but neither are the people I look up to, and that makes me feel so much better.

Don’t get me used to receiving texts from you every single day.
God knows I absolutely love it, but I’m so psycho that if one day you do not text me for some reason, I will automatically start eating my insides thinking you either don’t wanna talk to me ever again or you’re lying in agony in some hospital bed
—  Insecurities
With you, I’m comfortable. I know I can talk about anything, or sit by your side in complete silence. You see me at my worst, but only talk about my best. I can be happy about the biggest achievements, while you know my deepest insecurities. I’m comfortable with you, and you should know that means everything to me.
Don’t look at her. Don’t say her name. Don’t tell me she’s ‘just a friend.’ Don’t tell me that you think of her as a ‘sister.’ Don’t tell me that you think she is pretty or beautiful. Don’t tell me that you like what she’s wearing. Don’t mention how skinny she is. Don’t mention how curvy she is. Don’t notice the color of her eyes. Don’t notice the color of her hair. Don’t hug her. Don’t touch her. Don’t be her friend on Facebook. Don’t follow her on Instagram. Don’t ‘like’ her selfies. Don’t comment on her pictures. Don’t tell her she looks nice today. Don’t tell me about that road trip you took with her. Don’t tell me what you did for her that one time on her birthday. Don’t tell me about how awesome her family is. Don’t tell me about the first time you kissed her. Don’t tell me about what you did in bed together. I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to know. I’ll never believe you when you say she no longer means anything to you. Don’t say anything about her, not even once. If you do, I’ll never forget it. It will eat away at me forever. Because I will always look at her and see her as somebody that could make you happy, happier than I could ever make you. I’ll see her as somebody that will give you everything you want. I’ll always think she is prettier than me. I’ll always think you want her more than me. I’ll always see how soft and luscious her hair is. I’ll always see how perfect her body is. I’ll always see how big and sparkly her eyes are. I’ll always see an image of the two of you together in my head. Every time we sit down together at our favorite restaurant, I’ll wonder if the two of you went there first. When you tell me you like that new perfume I’m wearing, I’ll wonder if she used to wear it. Every time we hear a song on the radio, I’ll wonder if it makes you think of her. Every time we’re making love, I’ll wonder if you’re thinking of her. When you tell me that you like the things I do to you, I’ll wonder if she did them to you first. I’ll always wonder if, deep down, you wish you could be with her. I’ll always wonder if you miss her. I’ll always wonder if you want her back. I’ll always wonder if you’re thinking about her. I’ll never feel like I am enough for you. I’ll never feel like you truly let her go.
I don’t want to hear you tell me to not be jealous, I want to see you give me every reason in the world not to be…
—  If you want to have a successful relationship, don’t talk about your ex’s.
I’m insecure.
I’ll always want you to remind me that I’m beautiful and that I matter. I’ll always want you to hold me and touch me, or else I’ll feel like maybe you’re mad at me or you’ve finally seen all my flaws and decided that I’m not what you want anymore. I will try and give you everything, but my body will be the hardest.
I need you to understand. I need you to understand that the years of photoshopped magazine covers and standards didn’t surpass me and I need you to understand I need you to love me enough for the both of us.
Cause I’ve never loved myself, and I don’t know when I’ll be able to.
—  v.m