Oh sure, I think other guys are cute, but everytime I see a cute guy, I remind myself how cute you are. Of how much I love you. Of how sweet you are. Of how you can always brighten my day. And suddenly, that other guy doesn't look all that good anymore.
girls are much more than what they seem. they're more than just the makeup, the clothes, the shoes, the bags, the sunglasses, the outside. they're more than just whiny bitches. we're so much more.. too bad some boys can't understand. a girl's life is a bitch itself. on a daily basis we deal with bitches, backstabbers, lies, boyfriends, crushes, exes, appearance, insecurity, bullying and so much more. everyday we wake up, we have to shower. we have to fix our hair. then, we have to get dressed. we spend hours infront of our mirror for you. making sure we look good. then we have to apply make up. while doing all this, there's so much to consider.. especially gossipers and guys. if something's too short, they'll call us a whore. something's too long, they'll call us ugly. we go through buckets full of ice cream because we've had way too many broken hearts. we cry because bitches wanna hate and boyfriends wanna bitch. we can't complain because we don't wanna be annoying. we trust people, then they end up stabbing us in the back. we learn stuff the hard way. every guy out there making a period joke, like are you for real? no. just because you're being a little bitch and pissing me off doesn't mean i'm on my period. get over it. we get hurt multiple times, and keep running back to the same people. we love hard, and hurt hard. we care too much. we're never understood. we go through so much trouble when you don't even notice. we listen to songs till five in the morning and fall asleep to it just because it reminds us of you. we try so hard to impress you, while dealing with all that's said about us. after everything, we sit our asses down on tumblr and reblog everything that reminds us of you. we spill our guts out to our bestfriends who've probably had enough of you. we go on facebook and we check your profile a million times, and go through all your pictures. even if we have seen them all before. we hear what people say about us, and sometimes we break inside. but no matter what, even after everything, we have to come out strong. we have to put a big smile on our faces and pretend like everything's ok. we have to act nice towards the haters, even knowing everything that they said about us. we love even though we know we shouldn't. and we wait for something that'll never happen. but no matter what, we manage to act like everything's fine, even though everything's falling apart. that's a day in a girl's life. imagine dealing with all that everyday. we're so much more than what you think. so much more than what we seem.
““Sometimes we get sad about things and we don’t like to tell other people that we are sad about them. We like to keep it a secret. Or sometimes we are sad but we don’t really know we are sad. So we say we’re not sad. Even when we really are.”
— The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time”—(via hicaitlin)
At age 8, your dad buys you an ice cream. You thanked him by dripping it all over his lap. When you were 9 years old, he paid for piano lessons. You thanked him by never even bothering to practice. When you were 10 years old he drove you all day, from soccer to football to one birthday party after another. You thanked him by jumping out of the car and never looking back. When you were 11 years old, he took you and your friends to the movies. You thanked him by asking to sit in a different row. When you were 12 years old, he warned you not to watch certain TV shows. You thanked him by waiting until he left the house. When you were 13, he suggested a haircut that was in fashion. You thanked him by telling him he had no taste. When you were 14, he paid for a month away at summer camp. You thanked him by forgetting to write a single letter. When you were 15, he came home from work, looking for a hug. You thanked him by having your bedroom door locked. When you were 16, he taught you how to drive his car. You thanked him by taking it every chance you could. When you were 17, he was expecting an important call. You thanked him by being on the phone all night. When you were 18, he cried at your high school graduation. You thanked him by staying out partying until dawn. When you were 19, he paid for your college tuition, drove you to campus carried your bags. You thanked him by saying good-bye outside the dorm so you wouldn't be embarrassed in front of your friends. When you were 25, he helped to pay for your wedding, and he told you how deep he loved you. You thanked him by moving halfway across the country. When you were 50, he fell ill and needed you to take care of him . You thanked him by reading about the burden parents become to their children. And then, one day, he quietly died. And everything you never did came crashing down like thunder on YOUR HEART. If you love your dad, reblog.
Why are you such an asshole? I don’t understand how you go around treating people the way you do, but yet think nothing of it. It’s like you have no feelings, or brain for that matter. It’s like you don’t even care about how you’re making other people feel on the inside. I hope one day you get to go through all the shit you’ve put me through, just so you can see what it feels like to be me. It’s not hard to be me, but it isn’t easy either. You get what you give.