Anonymous asked:
What kind of relationship do you look for
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allykennedy96 answered:
A playful-asshole relationship. Like call me an idiot, wrestle with me, put me in a headlock and pretend to beat me up, pick me up and act like you’re about to throw me into the pool, put food on my face while were out at dinner, FUCK ME HARD IN THE BEDROOM, play pranks on me, push me off the bed with your feet, lock me out of the car and start driving away, pick on me, but make your love known through all of it.
Don’t be afraid to be “too much.” Call me 5 times a day because you wanna hear my voice or something came up and you wanna tell me immediately. Text me 12 times in a row when I don’t answer fast enough. Leave me cute texts when you can’t sleep. Hold my hand. Everywhere. Sit really close to me on the couch. Keep your hand on my thigh. Always have a part of you touching a part of me. Tell me you love me every hour I don’t care I want to be smothered in love holy fuck life is too short to hold back.
I’m at the point in my life where I need you to be straight up honest and back up every word you say with actions. If you miss me, tell me. If you wanna see me, show up or ask me to come over. If you’re upset with me or something in general, tell me. I’ve done the whole playing games, chasing hearts around that never belonged to me. I’m done doing it. If you want me, I’m here, where I’ve been. Say what you mean and mean what you say.
dont yell at me
dont yell at me
dont yell at me
dont yell at me
dont yell at me
- dont
- yell
- at
- me
- instead of yelling try not yelling
if you ever yell at me, i promise you i will cry no matter who you are or what i did
Even if you slightly raise your voice or sound upset i will consider it yelling
LITERALLY u cannot raise ur voice at me without me crying
Why did you kiss my forehead so many times?
Why did you hold me close on warm summer nights when we both were dying under the heat from each other?
Why did you tell me you loved waking up to me next to you in the morning?
Why did you seem jealous when the possibility of me seeing other people became an option?
Why did you tell me you thought my mind was beautiful?
Why did you tell me you thought I was beautiful?
Why did you let me fucking leave?
Why did you tell me you wanted to go away somewhere far away with me and see the world?
Why did you tell me about that dream you had of us together only to later pretend that it had never happened?
Why did you tell me you missed me after one weekend away from each other?
Why did you hold my hand with such genuine softness?
questions i will probably never get answers to (via februaryfears)
“I want you to tell me about every person you’ve ever been in love with.
Tell me why you loved them,
then tell me why they loved you.Tell me about a day in your life you didn’t think you’d live through.
Tell me what the word home means to you
and tell me in a way that I’ll know your mother’s name
just by the way you describe your bedroom
when you were eight.See, I want to know the first time you felt the weight of hate,
and if that day still trembles beneath your bones.Do you prefer to play in puddles of rain
or bounce in the bellies of snow?
And if you were to build a snowman,
would you rip two branches from a tree to build your snowman arms
or would leave your snowman armless
for the sake of being harmless to the tree?
And if you would,
would you notice how that tree weeps for you
because your snowman has no arms to hug you
every time you kiss him on the cheek?Do you kiss your friends on the cheek?
Do you sleep beside them when they’re sad
even if it makes your lover mad?
Do you think that anger is a sincere emotion
or just the timid motion of a fragile heart trying to beat away its pain?See, I wanna know what you think of your first name,
and if you often lie awake at night and imagine your mother’s joy
when she spoke it for the very first time.I want you to tell me all the ways you’ve been unkind.
Tell me all the ways you’ve been cruel.
Tell me, knowing I often picture Gandhi at ten years old
beating up little boys at school.If you were walking by a chemical plant
where smokestacks were filling the sky with dark black clouds
would you holler “Poison! Poison! Poison!” really loud
or would you whisper
“That cloud looks like a fish,
and that cloud looks like a fairy!”Do you believe that Mary was really a virgin?
Do you believe that Moses really parted the sea?
And if you don’t believe in miracles, tell me —
how would you explain the miracle of my life to me?See, I wanna know if you believe in any god
or if you believe in many gods
or better yet
what gods believe in you.
And for all the times that you’ve knelt before the temple of yourself,
have the prayers you asked come true?
And if they didn’t, did you feel denied?
And if you felt denied,
denied by who?I wanna know what you see when you look in the mirror
on a day you’re feeling good.
I wanna know what you see when you look in the mirror
on a day you’re feeling bad.
I wanna know the first person who taught you your beauty
could ever be reflected on a lousy piece of glass.If you ever reach enlightenment
will you remember how to laugh?Have you ever been a song?
Would you think less of me
if I told you I’ve lived my entire life a little off-key?
And I’m not nearly as smart as my poetry
I just plagiarize the thoughts of the people around me
who have learned the wisdom of silence.Do you believe that concrete perpetuates violence?
And if you do —
I want you to tell me of a meadow
where my skateboard will soar.See, I wanna know more than what you do for a living.
I wanna know how much of your life you spend just giving,
and if you love yourself enough to also receive sometimes.
I wanna know if you bleed sometimes
from other people’s wounds,
and if you dream sometimes
that this life is just a balloon —
that if you wanted to, you could pop,
but you never would
‘cause you’d never want it to stop.If a tree fell in the forest
and you were the only one there to hear —
if its fall to the ground didn’t make a sound,
would you panic in fear that you didn’t exist,
or would you bask in the bliss of your nothingness?And lastly, let me ask you this:
If you and I went for a walk
and the entire walk, we didn’t talk —
do you think eventually, we’d… kiss?No, wait.
That’s asking too much —
after all,
this is only our first date.”
1. Let’s take a shower together with the lights off. Let’s leave our insecurities in the brightness.
2. I like the way you look at me when you’re laughing. I like the way you know it’s my favorite sound.
3. Let me wear your sweater. Let me sit in your bed and listen to you tell me about how you were as a kid.
4. I like the way you talk about all the people before me like they didn’t come close. I like the way you make me feel like the only one who has ever had a chance.
5. I know forever is a shot in the dark, and love is fleeting and people are cynical and sometimes shit happens, but listen. I want to be that one shot in the dark. I want it to be us in the end. I want to be the story people tell in thirty years because no one fucking believed that we’d make it.
Let’s Make It. // Love Thoughts, Pt. 1 (via veincold)
nina: You hear people say “dogs are a man’s best friend.” She might not be one, but she’s my best friend so today on #NationalPuppyDay I celebrate my main squeeze. She may not bark, but she fits the criteria in every other way. She follows me everywhere I go, she loves me unconditionally, she sleeps with me (often on me), she licks me, she constantly begs for food, I pick up her poop. I love you, you furry little critter.
call me baby!!! pat me on the head!!! tell me im cute!!! buy me cute things!!!!! kiss my forehead!!!!!!! love me!!!!!!!!!!