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1. Spit it into her voice-mail, a little slurred and sounding like the shot whiskey you downed for courage. Feel as ashamed as you do walking into work in last night’s clothes. Wake up cringing for days, waiting for her to mention it.

2. Sigh it into her mouth, wedged in between teeth and tongues. Don’t even let your lips move when you say it, ever so lightly, into the air. Maybe it was just an exhalation of ecstasy.

3. Buy her flowers. Buy her chocolate. Buy her a teddy bear, because that’s what every romantic comedy has taught you. Take her out to a nice restaurant where neither of you feel comfortable and spend the whole night clearing your throat and tugging at your tie. Feel like your actions are more suited to a proposal than the simple confession of something you’ve always known.

4. Whisper it into her hair in the middle of the night, after you’ve counted the space between her breaths and are certain she’s asleep. Shut your eyes quickly when she shifts toward you in askance. Maybe you were just sleep whispering.

5. Blurt it out in the middle of an impromptu dance party in the kitchen, as clumsy as your two left feet. When time seems to freeze, hastily tack on “in that shirt” or “when you make your award-winning meatballs” or, if you are feeling particularly brave, “when we do this.” Resume dancing and pretend you don’t feel her eyes on you the rest of the night.

6. Write her a letter in which the amount of circumnavigating and angst could rival Mr. Darcy’s. Debate where to leave it all day – on her pillow? In her coat pocket? Throw it away in frustration, conveniently leaving it face up in the trashcan, her name scrawled on the front in your sloppy handwriting. Let her wonder if you meant it.

7. Wait until something terrible has happened and you can’t not tell her anymore. Wait until she almost gets hit by a car crossing Wabash against the light and after you are done cursing at the shit-for-brains cab drivers in this city, realize you are actually just terrified of living without her. Tell her with your hands shaking.

8. Say it deliberately, your tongue a springboard for every syllable. Over coffee, brushing your teeth side-by-side, as you turn off the light to go to sleep – it doesn’t matter where. Do not adorn it with extra words like “I think” or “I might.” Do not sigh heavily as if admitting it were a burden instead of the most joyous thing you’ve ever done. Look her in the eyes and pray, heart thumping wildly, that she will turn to you and say, “I love you too.”

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— R. McKinley, “8 Ways To Say I Love You“ (via obdormio)  (via fleurishes)
pardonmewhileipanic:

proudoftheworst:

fuckyehandrewyeh:

nimblenomad:

I’m posting this gif almost entirely because of this mans untuck…

dbz landing.

for a while i thought this was just reversed, but then i realised that you can’t reverse the landing.. WHAT THE FUCK. How you do that son?!

i can barely get out of bed without tripping
and then there’s this asshole

pardonmewhileipanic:

proudoftheworst:

fuckyehandrewyeh:

nimblenomad:

I’m posting this gif almost entirely because of this mans untuck…

dbz landing.

for a while i thought this was just reversed, but then i realised that you can’t reverse the landing.. WHAT THE FUCK. How you do that son?!

i can barely get out of bed without tripping

and then there’s this asshole

Things British People Say During Sex:

ginandmisadventures:

princemoth:

  • Tally ho, old sport
  • Whistling dippers
  • Gosh golly gosh and heavens
  • Ya minger innit blud brrrrap
  • Butter my crumpets
  • Aye sonny jim
  • BOB’S YER UNCLE
  • Tickity-boo
  • My wo r d
  • Good show, old chap
  • Tbh I need a cuppa can we do this later

No, really, my friend did once say, ‘My giddy aunt!’ during sex. He is very British.

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thorsicle:

freckles-and-ferns:

thorsicle:

oedipus came in and out of the same vagina

motherfucker

yeah essentially

vagabond-hearts:

It always feels the same. A simple change in plans is a hot knife in my throat, choking me and forcing sobs to escape. I am pitiful when I am like this. I know it is pathetic but I can’t make it stop.

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Just to warn y’all, I’m intending on doing one of those Tumblr 30 day challenges, themed around my mental illness.
Hoping the experience will be cathartic, and a helpful tool for myself, as I try and drag myself out of this recent relapse.

30 Days of Borderline Personality Disorder

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