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Thats terrible, because by this time, I’m sure you’re so in love that you’re more than willing to be hurt, just so that you can have that person in your life. I’ve been there, I know exactly how you feel. That restless helpless feeling in the pit of your stomach and all you can do is cry because that’s the only emotion that will come out. It’s so frustrating, like I said, I’ve been there.
Give yourself one day. One day of full out crying your eyes out, pathetic, laying in bed, eating ice cream, watching soppy disgusting love movies. Then the day after that, start focusing on you. Take all of their shit, and I mean all of it, every last thing that could possibly remind you of them, put it in a box and hide it from yourself. Or dump it, or burn it. I suggest fires. Delete their number, delete their facebook, their tumblr, their twitter account. Because seeing their name pop up on anything is guaranteed to cause those teeny tiny heart stopping, stomach dropping panic attacks that make you wanna puke. Unnecessary. Now, make yourself feel better. Work out every day, go tanning, eat better, make amazing grades, make everything about yourself more positive. Hang out with a different person every day, do stupid crafts, completely reorganize your room, read all the books you’ve seen the movies to. Do stupid shit that you’ve always wanted to do but never took the time. Take time for yourself.
This is going to be hard, I know. Getting your heart broken is the hardest thing to go through. It’s the rarest pain in the world because it affects every single aspect of your being. However, I promise promise promise that it is temporary. This feeling WILL go away. It’ll start to fade little by little, and one day you’ll wake up and realize that you can’t even remember the last time you thought about them.
You can do it. The key is to not give up on yourself.

“How many films take 10 years? That’s what stands out. That you’re with this character for longer than you are with any character ever. So that’s the legacy.” - Dame Maggie Smith
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Today was “Push Emily’s Buttons” Day. All of them, and I don’t have that many.
First off, my boyfriends ex. Enough said right? She wont. go. away. You had your chance with him, and you fucked it up. Stop calling him, stop texting him, stop tweeting him, stop messaging him. It’s rude and disrespectful to sit here knowing good and well that he is in a relationship and still attempt to convince him to be with you. And don’t you dare try and tell him that you could do so much more for him than me. No, fuck you. So today, I get on facebook, and she has taken it upon herself to post all the pictures she has of the two of them, and tag him in it. You, are a bitch. A rude ass, disrespectful little bitch. Go away.
And then after my Ma and I took care of that, I find out that my best guy’s girl, has been lying to us all. Hell no. You don’t mess with my AJ. No, No, NO. That’s my bubby, my bestfriend, shit thats baby boy. I’m a wee bit protective of him. And I will drop kick your skinny little ass to China. Don’t play games with me missy. Nope. Game over, I will win, you will lose. K, buh, bye.