Mr. O

I feel as though there were a stitch in time
I met my best friend and partner in crime
The one I cry on, laugh to, run away with
Do you remember where we first kissed?

But as always, there’s a few hitches
And they always put my heart in stitches
It’s amazing that I still believe in love after you
We grew up together from children being cruel

There’s that love song that brings you here
You are my pain, my love, my mirror
You make me cry so hard at times
Yet you always claim to be mine

You are my spoiled boy, the apple of my eye
I couldn’t drop you if i tried

This is how you lose her.

You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely.

You must remember when she forgets.

You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality, your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, and more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention.

She remembers when you forget.

You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the beauty that she is. When you make her feel that she is replaceable. She wants to feel cherished. When you make her feel that you are fleeting. She wants you to stay. When you make her feel inadequate. She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good.

You must learn her.

You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to.

You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.

And, this is how you keep her.

Junot Diaz, This is How You Lose Her (via golden-notes)

like ngl the book hit me really hard

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invertandcrush teaches at the college level now?

I want to be in this class..

I find it astonishing that a bully would get their feelings hurt by being excluded. I pity them, sure, but do they think their actions have no repercussions? Their work ethic sucks (Yes, I know its been them who texts our supervisor about every little hiccup and shame on my supervisor for participating”), they’re judgemental and gossipy. I wonder fucking why their feelings got hurt then.

I love the restricted list on FB. Certain people cannot be trusted.


Mateus William


Mateus William

I have learn to move on

Why am I so selfish and illogical sometimes? It was best to let him go, and I will keep reminding myself of that every day.