You can lead a horse to water.
You can leave your horse behind.
Because your horse don’t dance and if he don’t dance then he’s no horse of mine
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[checks someone’s blog for their age] jesus fucking christ it’s like i’m chaperoning a dance
I don’t dance. But here I am, spinning you round and round in circles. It ain’t my style, but I don’t care. I’d do anything with you anywhere.
(via drifton)
I want all of it. Your sleepy mumbling. Your drunken embarrassment. Your silly faces. Your anger. Your dance moves. Your anxiety. Your apologies. Your sadness. Your stern looks. Your claustrophobia. Your exasperated tone. Your frustrations. Your past. I want all of it. I want all of you.
one time in grade six i went with my boyfriend to his school dance and when the song low came on i saw him across the gym grinding with a grade five and i got so mad that when single ladies played i stuck my hands up in the air and looked him right in the eyes when beyoncé asked all the single ladies to put their hands up and that’s how i broke up with my first boyfriend
ya’ll
How to tell if it’s getting bad again:
- sleeping too much or not at all
- eating too much or too little
- sounding disinterested in everything
- being spaced out a lot
- rambling a lot or not talking at all
- losing track of time
- making cynical comments, usually about yourself
- pushing people away
- tend to rubbing your eyes and head a lot
- avoiding eye contact
- always being shaky
- avoiding certain conversations