leave people alone

anonymous asked:

why does narry even exist if nouis is right here

The problem to me isn’t the ship, is the person. If they just kept on their lane, no one would have any problems, but they’re constantly hijacking posts, writing nonsense rants, @ people and all of that without anyone asking lol it’s really a desperate scream for attention to me like “Look at me!!! I need larries attention to survive!!!" 

there’s nothing purer than sarcastic flirting between two queer people who know they aren’t attracted to one another

i wish folks would just leave bisexual people alone like theres no right or wrong way to be bi just let us have our sexualities without giving yoir input on whether its “good” or “bad”

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.

i wish tumblr was more accepting and encouraging of problematic people unlearning their shitty behaviour and educating themselves and growing as people. im tired of labelling everyone as a demon because they made mistakes out of lack of education

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.