You know what I absolutely fucking hate
When people choose a person over you and then when they have no one else they come running back to you. No, fuck you. Fuck you for not being there for me when I needed you. fuck you for never making an effort to see me because you had someone else
I’ve stopped being sorry for all my soft. I won’t apologise because I miss you, or because I said it, or because I text you first, or again. I think everyone spends too much time trying to close themselves off. I don’t want to be cool or indifferent, I want to be honest. If I love you at 5AM, I’d damn well rather that you know I felt it. If I love you two hours later, I’ll tell you then too. Listen, I won’t wait double the time it takes for you to text me back because I don’t want to. I don’t care enough to be patient with you. I’m happy, you made me feel that way, don’t you want to know? So that’s how it’s going to be. I’m going to leave myself as open as a church door. And I’m going to wake you up before the crack of dawn to tell you that I’m fucking joyful, no pretending, not from me, not ever. Would you like some coffee, would you please kiss me? Here, these are my hands, this is my mouth, it is all yours.
Azra.T “Don’t Wait Three Days to Text First.” (via catharta)
Imagine going to a Def Leppard concert but immediately fall ill before the show even starts. The band saw you weren't feeling well and let you crash backstage. You've barely managed to drift off to sleep when Joe's voice comes over the loudspeaker of the arena, waking you up and saying that there's a special someone who made it to the show, but was sick and resting in the back and he riles up the entire crowd in wishing you to get better soon and they play your favourite song