Capricorn: You’re going to get wasted, make plans with people you can only tolerate while you’re drunk, and then spend the next week trying to think of excuses to get yourself out of them.
When she’s sober, she knows it’s a bad idea to let you back into her life.
Call your grandma, she’s bound to tell you she loves you.
You have no idea how it feels to have someone on top of you thrusting into you like a sweaty animal, taking whatever he needs, without the ability to say no.
At this point everything’s a hazy, Stoli tinted blur.
I want to hear what you have to say when your words fall from your lips without being filtered through your mind. When you’re uninhibited. When you’re completely and utterly honest.
Hysterics: You tell all of your best friends to come over and tell you how much of an ass he was anyways. They bring you that Ben & Jerry’s ice cream you have been eyeing for a while, and you start crying again because HE LOVED ICE CREAM.
I can let loose in the mixed haze of 2 AM and intoxication. I can trust you and allow myself to be vulnerable with you at that time of night. But I can’t do it in the morning.
I don’t want your late nights, I want you middays when you’re over the workday and you just can’t wait to come home to someone.