It kills me to hear guys complaining about having to ask for consent

Because when you’re hooking up, it’s a simple 3 step process
1. Stop sucking face for 2 seconds
2. “Do you want to have sex?”
3. Proceed accordingly

Bam. That’s it. Not knowing their answer to a question you want a certain answer from is not an excuse to put off a completely necessary part of sex or to completely disregard the other half’s own desires.

The lining of my organ is bleeding out of me and it’s 2 am and they expect me to take 3 finals tomorrow all before lunch and I’m a wreck, crying over parametric equations and this is why school sucks because it drives us to extreme points of stress over numerical rankings

and so I’m not really enjoying my night

Originally posted by emokitten1155

The Slow Destruction of a Heart

blue-ends:

I had “that guy”. The one that you could laugh with for hours. The one who, for some reason, found beauty in me and who wasn’t afraid to tell me. The one who constantly reminded me of how much he loved me, someone I loved so deeply. Someone I could goof off with in unnecessarily competitive scrabble games, someone who built pillow forts with me, someone who would send me music he thought I would like and really listened to the ones I did simply because he knew they meant something, someone who shared their last ice cream bite with me and someone who would stay up all night with me talking about the future and the past, the fears and the dreams. We were there for each other and we simply connected; we were simply enthralled with every aspect of one another. We never fought with each other, we never were unfaithful, we could always end up agreeing. His friend group was my friend group and we would take trips to the beach together, play Cards Against Humanity together, go to splish splash together. They would always joke about how we were the group’s old married couple and would ask when the wedding was going to be (and if the guys could be the bridesmaids), and we would laugh it off, because they didn’t get it. We both felt as if the other person was the greatest thing to happen to them.

But we were only in high school, and the summer abruptly halted the day he left for college. As he told me “don’t worry”, two words he would reassure me with so often, two words that calmed me because I trusted him that there was never anything to worry about, two words that meant something because he knew how deeply I worried about others, I felt as if it would all be okay, that we had promised countless times to each other that everything would be fine.

He left on that day, exactly 5 months from when we had gone on our first date, such a small amount of time that it baffles me how do much could have happened, how we could have felt so strongly despite our age, despite the amount of time we knew each other. He left on that day, and I decided I would give him time to have fun and have his freedom for the first time, I understood the importance of letting him enjoy himself, because that’s what you do when you love someone. He left on that day and I loved him so much, I wanted him to be happy because he had always done the same with me, so I continued to wait for the calls that didn’t come, for the promised visits that never happened, for the texts that were far in between and so removed I couldn’t tell if I was talking to the same person.

He left on that day, exactly 5 months from when we had gone on our first date, and that day I lost him because, as he told me a few weeks later, he simply ‘didnt love me anymore’.