Worthless Wishes

The shit that makes relationships last.
Date night in a jar
(Could be altered to be best friend dates in a jar)
I used big popsicle sticks and spray painted them different colors. Each color represents a different type of date (and each color is explained on the tag) and the white sticks were used as fillers.
Red sticks have more expensive dates on them that require planning on our part.
Bed and Breakfast
Dinner at a fancy restaurant
Hotel stay for the night
Auburn home game and away game
Concert and dinner (his choice)
Concert and dinner (my choice)
Weekend away
Coupes Massage 
Dark pink sticks have “at home” dates:
Chopped Challenge (like the television show on FoodNetwork)
Fondue and Almost Famous
Takeout and board games
1,000 piece puzzle and pizza
Football game and nachos
Popcorn and a chick-flick
Crosswords and breakfast for dinner
Make a dessert together
Friday Night Lights marathon
Homemade pizzas and an Italian movie
 Light Pink dates have things we can do away from home but are less expensive than the red and don’t require as much planning.
Dinner and a movie (my choice and his choice)
Laser tag and go carts
Mexican night at Cocina Superior 
Drive-In date
Dessert only date
Window shopping for the house
Bowling
The Melting Pot
Coffee Date

The shit that makes relationships last.

Date night in a jar

(Could be altered to be best friend dates in a jar)

I used big popsicle sticks and spray painted them different colors. Each color represents a different type of date (and each color is explained on the tag) and the white sticks were used as fillers.

Red sticks have more expensive dates on them that require planning on our part.

  • Bed and Breakfast
  • Dinner at a fancy restaurant
  • Hotel stay for the night
  • Auburn home game and away game
  • Concert and dinner (his choice)
  • Concert and dinner (my choice)
  • Weekend away
  • Coupes Massage 

Dark pink sticks have “at home” dates:

  • Chopped Challenge (like the television show on FoodNetwork)
  • Fondue and Almost Famous
  • Takeout and board games
  • 1,000 piece puzzle and pizza
  • Football game and nachos
  • Popcorn and a chick-flick
  • Crosswords and breakfast for dinner
  • Make a dessert together
  • Friday Night Lights marathon
  • Homemade pizzas and an Italian movie

 Light Pink dates have things we can do away from home but are less expensive than the red and don’t require as much planning.

  • Dinner and a movie (my choice and his choice)
  • Laser tag and go carts
  • Mexican night at Cocina Superior 
  • Drive-In date
  • Dessert only date
  • Window shopping for the house
  • Bowling
  • The Melting Pot
  • Coffee Date
Be with her because you actually want to be with her, because you actually see a potential future with her, not because you are used to being with her, not because you’re scared of the thought that being without them will ruin you. The point of being in a relationship is to enjoy each other’s company, is to be there to support each other when they need it most. No one person, defines who you are. They only compliment you.
Marvin King (via daianayumi)
I push you away when I’m scared. I’ll be the first to admit I’m a fucking coward when it comes to letting my walls down. I know you see through to a part of me that I don’t fully understand but I’m still scared as hell to let you in all the way. I walk tough and talk shit and can put the fear of God into the average person… but in reality, I’m a scared little girl waiting for you to hold me close and tell me it’s all going to be okay. I’ll test your boundaries and play with your emotions and I’ll make you so mad you’ll want to leave. I’m not proud of it… but it’s true. I’m not easy. But you knock on my door and you push aside my walls in a way no one ever has… and when you kiss me, holy shit, when you kiss me all my fears wash away and my walls crash down and I see all those stupid stars everyone writes poems about. So don’t stop. Please don’t stop knocking on my door… don’t stop pushing aside those walls… because I’ll hold my breath waiting until you kiss me again… because I’ve never seen anything more amazing then those stars exploding on the inside of my eyelids while you tangled your hands in my hair and your tongue in my mouth.
SingmeMoonstruck   (via bdmar)

That’s what really scares me.

Falling in love is easy. Having sex is easier. But bumping into someone that can spark your soul - that shit is rare.

You could fuck four, five, all the people in a god damned room and you’d only feel a connection with one. Or none at all.

And what sucks is despite the undeniable real magnetic pull between the two of you, more often than not, you don’t end up together.

I’m afraid I won’t meet anyone else I can connect with.

I’m scared it’ll be just you.

Sade Andria Zabala (surfandwrite) | Connection (via bdmar)
If you show me you don’t give a fuck, I’ll show you that I’m better at it.
(via bdmar)

Any way that you look at it,
You and I never worked together.
It’s hard to say,
And it hurts like hell to hear,
But it’s the truth in the end.
We broke each other.

I yelled until your bones shattered,
Cried acid tears that eroded your smile,
And you had a way of finding out
Just which insecurity to tug at
In order to completely unravel me
In just a matter of seconds.

Sure, we tried to pick up
The pieces of each other
Back up off of the floor,
And clean the mess up
With an outpouring of love,
But it was never quite enough
And never long before
We were back to words shaped like bullets
And insults as sharp as blades.

I know on our good days
We could be enough electricity
To light the entire world,
But that doesn’t change the fact
That on our bad days
We send off enough sparks
To engulf everything in flames and smoke.

I love you,
But if I don’t walk away now,
We don’t stand a chance.

I know you’re hurting, I’m hurting too. But this is for the best // -STG (inksplatteredpages)
When he says
He doesn’t love you anymore,
Roll your shoulders back
And look him in the eye
Even when it feels like your ribs
Are breaking inward, like spider legs.
When he digs up old aches
That he swore he forgave you for,
Smile
And ask him why he didn’t leave you sooner.
Ignore the way the words feel like sandpaper
Running all the way up your throat to your mouth.
When he blames you
For mistakes that wear his face,
Do not scream.
Do not cry.
Tell him that there are boys
Who would be proud to say they’d loved you.
Tell him that in two years
You won’t even remember his name
And don’t let him see the way you can taste your own lie.
When he leaves
Ignore the howling in your blood
And do not get up after him.
Not even to lock the door.
Do not, do not
Do not.
Smell his shirts when you box them up
To give them back.
Not one.
Swear off dating when you realize
You’re chasing ghosts that wear his smile.
It’s okay to cry over him.
It’s even okay to forgive him.
But do not go back to him.
If he did not know how to love you the first time,
He won’t know how to do it the next.

How To Pretend It Doesn’t Hurt, by Ashe Vernon  (via 1811181)

Holy fucking shit

(via br0kenn-angel)


warning sign; 5.27.14
[By: Julie Martinez]
*follow my instagram @juliemartinez for more poems*

warning sign; 5.27.14

[By: Julie Martinez]

*follow my instagram @juliemartinez for more poems*

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