I’m looking through your Instagram photos and pleasuring myself. I hope that’s okay.
Catalog
Holly Riordan
Touch yourself. I want you to masturbate at the same time as me.
Don't "like" every single one of his Facebook and Instagram photos. Don't reblog all of his tweets, either. If you look obsessed with him online, then he's going to assume that you're obsessed with him in reality.
On a first date, stick to light topics about celebrities and your favorite foods. If you mention marriage or babies, then the guy is going to make an excuse to bail on you.
If you find out your crush loves A Day to Remember, don't pretend that they're your favorite band in order to get him to like you. He'll eventually find out that you were lying, and when he does, it'll make you seem undesirable to him. No one wants to date a liar, which is why you should always be…
You can’t control what the world takes away from you, but you can control what you bring into the world.
Maybe it’s been a month since their death. Maybe it’s been ten years. It doesn’t matter how much time has passed. If you’re still struggling, that’s okay. That’s human.
It’s okay to break. It’s only human to lash out after you’ve suffered from a major loss. It happens. It doesn’t make you a bad person. It just makes you a person.
Everyone handles their grief differently.
I want you to be here, in my house, filling it with your scent. I want to hear you fumbling around in the kitchen, trying to find where I stored the rest of the drinks. I want to hear your voice and your laugh and the sound of your footsteps.
Eventually, you’ll accept what happened, but acceptance doesn’t mean what you think it means. It doesn’t mean you’re back to living life the same way you were before it all went downhill. It just means you’ve gotten used to talking about them in the past tense instead of the present. You’re still…
Everywhere I look, I see you.
Now that I’m older, I realize how much you meant to me. People like you don’t come along often.
I can’t stop myself from thinking about you. Even if I could, I wouldn’t let the images fade and float away. I don’t care how badly the memories sting. I never want to forget you.
Why aren’t you here? There are so many people that wish that you were, that would give anything in order to see you again.
Why did I assume that you’d always be there, even though I’m old enough to know the way that the universe works, even though I knew that every single life ends?
Why did someone as sweet as you have to be ripped away from me? There are monsters in this world, sad excuses for human beings with no heart and no one that loves them, and yet you’re the one that was taken away. It just doesn’t seem fair. And it’s not.
I think of you during the big moments of my life, every time I hit a new milestone. When I graduate, when I get promoted, when I eventually get married. I think of you and wonder what type of card you would’ve gotten me or what type of cake you would’ve baked me to celebrate. I wonder where you…
No one knows who you really are just by looking at your grave. I know who you are because you’re hidden in my heart.
I want to live life the same way I would’ve lived if if you were still alive—in fact, I want to live life even better than before, because now I have a purpose. Now I have to make you proud.