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not to like make a huge fucking post about shit that’s been talked to death but it really genuinely scares me how many straight girls think it’s normal to just… not like your partner. like they think it’s normal and okay for their boyfriends to openly think they’re stupid and annoying and to be totally derisive about their interests and for them not to be friends or have things in common or enjoy each other’s personalities or encourage their interests? you are supposed to be friends with the person you’re in love with. you are supposed to want to talk to them about the things that make them happy. you do not have to settle for people who treat your entire personality as a burden outside of what you do to cater to them.

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Reblog if you wish cancer didn't exist.

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No time to have you lurkin’.

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I love two people, and I don’t know how that’s possible, and I don’t love them in the same way, but I love them both and that might be beautiful but it’s also confusing and complicated as hell. Because I met one guy and it felt like I knew you from the start. I can still remember introducing myself in the hallway during lunch that day last January. And talking to you and inviting you to our party and you were taken then, but damn I knew I wanted you from the start. We didn’t talk much back then and you didn’t stay the night with the rest of the party…maybe that’s why I knew I could trust you from the start, you were taken and you never strayed, you were faithful to a fault…you were with me too. And months later we ran into each other again, you’re siblings and I were great friends and we were neighbors so I guess maybe it was inevitable…I still remember all those late nights at our pool, swimming and singing, then touching and kissing. You asked me out and I said yes, and it only took 2 days and I was your’s. And that was it, I think I’ve always been your’s since then, even when we weren’t together, even when I was with someone else. We might have broke up but we never ended. And then there was the “other guy.” It’s ironic actually, because he was in my life before “the guy” ever was. We met two years, maybe three. When? I couldn’t tell you. But I could tell you where: where it all started, where we met, where we became friends, and where I realized we might be more. And I can’t say things were magnetic from the start, you liked my best friend, and I dated your’s, but somewhere in all that we became each other’s best friend and you became the one I wanted instead, even if it wasn’t until years after we met. We stayed up all night talking, even when I could barely keep my eyes open. I spent more time with you than my own boyfriend, your best friend. And soon you were the one I wanted to come to, to talk to, to be with. I think we both tried to deny it for a while, but that didn’t change it. And one night you admitted it, in your own weird way, and I agreed and I felt slightly guilty, but I felt more guilty for giving your best friend the chance instead of you. And here we are now. And nothing’s changed. And I love you both. And the first guy makes me feel wild and passionate, but the second made me feel safe and cared for. It’s like fire and water, and I can be burnt in the flames or drown in the waves. And it all consumes me and sometimes I feel like I can’t breathe. Because one of you feels like the love of my life, my future, and the other feels like my best friend, my partner and I don’t know how to live without either of you…

MK Ireland #165 : things aren’t always better in two’s (via kenzie-ireland)

still relate-able years later

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this is so important

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I can relate to this

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Clear your mind here

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And here we are in 2018