This wasn’t about your happiness this was about a boy. And if you think happiness comes from a boy, you are far more naive than I ever took you to be. This was about you wanting to feel independent and like an adult, but in doing so, you made yourself look like the biggest child I have ever seen. I’ve seen 6 year old kids recognize, accept and surrender things for responsibilities. And you did worse than them. You hate being called a kid because you act like one so much it’s a term you’re accustomed to hearing.
And the thing is - you’re naive and I got that and that’s fucking fine. Lindsey and Rachel and I grew up at early ages - you didn’t. You think you did, you think you have some great knowledge and experience but you do not… and that’s fine. And fuck, if today or tomorrow or next week you decided to come back and apologize for your bullshit… I would have taken you back in. I would have accepted your apology and forgiven you.
Except you purposefully knowingly broke the #1 rule of my house which is, nobody gets to know where I live (especially not Will’s family, because as they were not your caretakers, it was none of their business to know where I or you live) It was always decided that if you were getting picked up, it wasn’t from the complex. And then, after my asking you multiple times for their address, even though you didn’t respect MY wishes to keep MY address private, you went ahead and respected their wishes to not tell me.
Don’t get me wrong, you fucked up by abandoning important responsibilities like Arya, who, by the way, cried all night when you didn’t come home, but I guess you don’t care about her as much as you’d like to say you do if you up and walked out on her.
But you really fucked up when you told somebody where I lived and brought them here. That was laid down as rule #1 within days of me going out of my way to give you a home.
You fucked up harder when you fucking lied to me about it.
You did not try. At all. In the slightest. Not even in the loosest connotative definition of the word try. None of the shit you did, especially the shit written above, was trying. Stop saying you tried. That’s bovine excrement and you know it.
Point being, you broke my trust and you will never get it back. And if you want to know why we will never be friends again - it’s because I’m no longer going to put effort into trusting a person like you. You are not worth my trust. And if you’re not worth my trust, you’re definitely not worth my time, my money, my smiles, etc. much less my friendship.
You can walk right out of my life and Arya’s life like you walked out the door yesterday. You can throw away any thoughts of ever talking to me ever again save for the single call you are allowed to arrange coming here unaccompanied by Will and any of Will’s family, most definitely including Beth, to come retrieve the last of your belongings. Meaning they are not allowed here. At all. They can drive you to the 7-11 and I can pick you up and they can stay over there and I can drive you and your stuff back over to them. If they think they’re going to argue that, I simply remind everyone involved that there will be an officer here and if you are not a resident (me) or a welcome guest of a resident (Avalon), entering those gates will be trespassing. You only have a few days before I gift the remainder of your belonging to the homeless so I suggest calling soon.
Jasper, oh jasper,
Fur as white as snow,
Speckled with anger,
Speckled with darkness begging to
Speckled with unknown fears and
Won’t you come to me.
Come to the light.
Come to your moon,
And never part.
Oh jasper, oh jasper,
How I love you so.
With all that I am,
Just as you have,
With Our souls linked.
I love you.
I always will.
Oh jasper, oh jasper.
Flee from the dark,
Let me lead you.
Oh jasper, oh jasper.
Watch over me,
As long as I shall,
Surround me with love.
And you’ll never howl without the
moon you love, cherish, protect
and live for.
Oh jasper, oh jasper
We can be whole together.
Angry naked viking woman basically picking up, body slamming and pinning an angry dog to the ground mma style.
The Hunger Games + text posts
my algebra teacher is pregnant and asked my class for baby names and she called on me and i panicked and said luigi
I WAS ON MY PHONE IN ART AND I READ THIS AND LAUGHED OUT LOUD AND A KID NEXT TO ME WAS LIKE “WHO ARE YOU TEXTING” AND I PANICKED AND SAID “LUIGI”
GUYS THIS SHOULD BE A THING. EVERYTIME SOMEONE ASKS YOU SOMETHING AND YOU PANIC JUST SAY LUIGI
luigi! at the disco
i’ve reblogged 3 variations of this already
If there is ever a time I feel like crying before bed, and instead once I lay down i drift to sleep, that’s how I know everything is going to be okay and get better.
Strength comes from letting painful things go, but still remembering it and letting it shape you.