She won’t break you like those other girls will. That’s exactly why you’re terrified of her. She could make you happy. And you know being happy is the most terrifying thing in the universe. Once you’re happy it can be taken from you.
Let him go, get him out of your head; Remember you’re not in his. Forget his birthday, his phone number, and the sweet things he said; Remember those were lies. Delete his texts, take his contact out of your phone; Remember he’s talking to all those other girls instead. Quit wishing he’ll come back, stop putting yourself down. Remember it’s not your fault; he had no good reason to leave. Just stop it, stop it all, and erase him from your past. Block out his name, ignore his texts, plug your ears when someone mentions him because trust me, you’re doing perfectly fine without him. Take every object and memory you have of him and throw it in the trash, and then maybe, if you’re lucky, you’ll escape him.
So what if the next Deadpool movie started like every white teen movie?
*valley girl voice* hi, My name's Wade.... And I'm not like those other girls, oh no. I'm not a cheerleader, or emo, or a nerd. I'm just Wade. *pan over to Spider-Man". That's Peter. He is soooo hot. He's like if Ryan Reynolds and Andrew Garfield had a baby. *pans back to him* but me? I'm just Wade. And this is my story * Dirty Little Secret plays*
“Hey. I wanted to pop by for a sec and talk. You got a sec? All right. Good.
First of all, cut the shit. No, you know exactly what I mean. All this shit you keep going off on, talkin’ about how you’re not pretty as those other girls, or as thin as those girls: It’s horseshit, you get me?
Don’t you even start thinkin’ I’m sayin’ that to be nice. You and me both know I don’t do that. I don’t lie, I don’t bullshit, and I don’t play nice. I’m sayin’ this ‘cause you apparently don’t hear it when the rest of the world says it, so let me lay it out nice and clear for you.
And I mean just… fuckin’ gorgeous. You walk into a room and heads turn. Just… they turn. I can’t explain it. I see you comin’ and I stop. Always takes me a sec because I feel like you’re finally gonna realize exactly what’s goin’ on. You’re gonna realize just how gorgeous you are and run off with someone better.
Don’t go dismissing me, OK? That’s not fair. You don’t get to tell me I’m wrong here. You don’t get to do that. My opinion? My thoughts? This thing in my chest? It’s tellin’ me you’re the most amazing woman in the world. I could watch those hips sway for hours. Or your eyes. Fuck, Y/N, those eyes. You know what they do to me?
It’s cheesy, I get it, but you’re captivating. Oh, shut it. I can say it if I wanna. You’re goddamn captivating. When your hair falls by your eyes like that? Or when you laugh at one of my lame-ass jokes? I’m done. Just mail me home, I’m finished.
It kills me when you hate on yourself the way you do sometimes. I wish you could see what I do. All those pictures you take that you delete, or the way you look at someone else and compare yourself… fuckin’ kills me every time. I wish you knew what I saw. What everyone sees. I call you princess because you are. Ain’t no other chick I’d rather spend my time with.
So put the phone away and come with me a sec. Ok, stand in front of the mirror. Yes, I’m serious. Look. Just look! Quit bein’ a smartass.
Ok, you know what I see? Beauty. Hey, don’t laugh! I’m bein’ honest, sweetheart. That’s what I see. That stomach you hate? It’s perfect. Or those hips? God, again with the hips… those thighs. I see these things and I love 'em. So I want you to look at 'em and see what I see.
Keep lookin’, I ain’t done. It’s not just the physical, you know that. You’re smart. Not every girl can keep up with Dean Winchester, right? I’ll grin at you if I wanna, I’m on a roll here.
You’re funny, with a sense of humor that knocks me out every time. You put Cas to shame. And those brains… Sammy wishes he was half as smart as you. And you’re strong. Not just physical but emotional. You’re standing with me, right now, after everything you’ve been through, and you’re here. Not just here, but amazing. You get how that’s not a small thing?
I’ve been through hell, but so have you. And I’d say you look a hell of a lot better than me. You get up every morning and you keep going. Beautiful woman like you kickin’ ass every day? World doesn’t stand a chance.
Get back out there, gorgeous, and tell the world Dean Winchester sent you. Better yet, tell the world to watch out because if they piss you off, I wouldn’t wanna be in your way.”
Because sometimes we need Dean Winchester telling us how beautiful we are.
ok i love yuri on ice and i enjoy killing stalking but???? they quite literally have NOTHING in common other than having lgbt+ characters and it’s really gross to lump them together just because of that??? it’s okay to enjoy them both but you should enjoy them separately??
She won’t break you like those other girls will, that’s exactly why you’re terrified of her. She could make you happy, and you know being happy is the most terrifying thing in the universe. Once you’re happy it can all be taken away from you.