Everyone’s allowed to disappoint me but it’s like the second I disappoint someone it’s blows up into a huge deal that’s shoved back in my face and can never be forgiven. People are so double standard. I don’t know why I’m a good friend to people who aren’t good friends back. Oh yea, cause I’m a fucking doormat.
“Love isn’t about the romantic nights or gifts. It isn’t about fireworks going off around you when you have that first, real, kiss. Love isn’t about kissing in the rain and dancing beneath the stars. It isn’t about the big moments or the big surprises. Love is not a fairytale. Love is about still having the butterflies after years. It’s about the second looks and laying in bed wide awake, all night, because you can’t go to sleep mad at each other. It’s about being willing to sacrifice, literally, everything for someone, just because you care so deeply for them. It’s not about buying them gifts, but it’s about leaving them little presents here and there, just to remind them that you are constantly thinking about them. Love is about all of the little things, that add up to really big things. Love is rare and special, but should not be treated as if it will break. Love needs to be thrown around and beat up a little bit, worn in, but not worn down. Love needs to be a comfortable feeling, a place to go when NO ONE else in the world can relate. A safe place, where you know that no matter how ugly you look or how angry you are, you will still be… loved.”—Unknown (via pressured)
Today i found out that gay men whom have slept with other men can’t donate blood, its not legal because they think gay men can pass on something that other men can’t and that they have bad blood. This disgusts me, i really don’t know what some people’s problem is with lgbt> why? what is the problem.
‘…and I love you,even though you may not know it yet,even though you think you don’t deserve it.And I don’t just love you, the way one loves apple pie with vanilla ice cream on top,but the kind of love that lies in bed with you at night while you sleep and eats up your dreams,the kind of love that streches its arms across countries and oceans,the kind of love that the wind cannot blow out.For you everything less would be a sin.’
Kat was finding it hard to concentrate on what she was doing because Elle was all over her and it felt really amazing. She was really talented with her tongue and everything. Kat wanted to show Elle how good she was at this too because the last time they had sex it…