Leyla, 18.
I care about others more than I care about myself; even if it might not seem that way. I'm young and unlucky, and I'll be using this to post pictures I like, and also things that relate to my mood.
I care about others more than I care about myself; even if it might not seem that way. I'm young and unlucky, and I'll be using this to post pictures I like, and also things that relate to my mood.
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I want a boyfriend to brag about. To tell people the things he does for me. The things he buys for me. To hold me when I’m sad. To talk to me until I fall asleep. To be there when I need someone. To text me during class, and people ask who I’m texting and I say it’s him. To hold my hand, to feel someone else’s hand on mine. To buy me lunch. To hold me while walking through the shopping centre. To cuddle to in a movie theatre and make out. To kiss me in the most weirdest places. To be spontaneous about our love. To let me have memories that I can keep in my heart forever. To come to my house, and lie with me in my bed. To love my family. To sing me songs on the guitar. To embarrass him in public, but still likes it. That will hang around, and go through everything that I go through. To keep me company. To fb inbox. To make statuses about him, and people see it and like it. To make others jealous that my man is amazing. To write songs for me when I’m down. To buy me amazing birthday gifts and valentines gift. Someone who won’t care about the way I’m shaped. To love me for who I am. To be spontaneously stupid. To take photos of me while we’re lying in bed. To kiss my neck and make me feel loved. To watch me do stuff. To be there when I need someone the most. To not get angry at the smallest things. To play games with me. To be stupid with. To sing songs for YouTube and make stupid videos for YouTube. To take stupid selfies with and then end up making out. To not be a douche when he’s around friends but to love me even more. That isn’t afraid to show our love in public. That will take me shopping and tell me what looks good. That will let me put make up on his face. To drive me around in his car and we’ll go to a look out and make out. That loves to play rugby, and that will tackle me as a joke and then lay me on the bed and kiss me.
I guess that will never happen.
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i don’t even know how to feel anymore.. i’m happy one minute& then the next i’m miserable..
Photo reblogged from live or die - we all fall and we too shall rise. with 12 notes
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