Holly Riordan

I’m not going to accept excuses about how you’re too busy to see me, too busy to text back, too busy to put in any effort.

If you ask him to go to a certain concert or movie, he complains the entire time. He ruins the night by acting like he’s doing you a huge favor by being there.

A tiny bit of kindness goes a long way with you. That’s why you always get stuck daydreaming about boys that you only saw for two seconds and will probably never see again.

I stuffed myself into a lacy blue bra and posed with the knife rested against my cheek, between my teeth, and hovering over my neck. I figured the guy had some sort of fetish. Some bondage, BDSM, masochistic shit. For 500 bucks, I really didn’t give a damn.

She doesn’t see her friends as often as she wants to, because she’s so damn busy.

“Cats were arranged into a spiral pattern on the wall. He had collected their eyes into a bowl in front of it.”

“Get Out. I just saw it the other night and it is that type of horror that doesn’t rely on the paranormal but the fucked up human mind and it uses jump scares like it should, to put the audience on edge.”

I hate how much trouble I have talking to people. I hate how uncomfortable I feel in social situations. I hate how I constantly feel like I don’t belong.

She might come across as clingy, but that’s only because she likes to latch onto the good things in life.

You see, those times when she felt the weakest were actually her strongest moments. Because she suffered through them and made it out alive.

If you try to make plans with him in advance, he tells you that he’s not sure if he’ll be free. He’s trying to keep his options open. He doesn’t want to make plans with you in case a better opportunity comes along.

He lets you borrow his sweatshirts.

You’re single, because you refuse to accept compliments. You refuse to believe that anyone could find you attractive.

Boys call her emotional, because it’s easier to dismiss her feelings than to deal with them. It’s easier to call her psycho than to think about the words she said and find the truth hidden inside them.

Sometimes, I wake up in the middle of the night and have no idea what’s bothering me. I just feel fear. Fear for my life. Fear for my future.

When he sees you in person, he flirts with you nonstop and tells you how much fun you are to be around. But when you’re out of sight, it’s like you’re out of mind. He rarely contacts you first.

Unfortunately, her kindness can come across as obsessive. It might seem like she is clingy and desperate and in need of his attention — but that’s not the reality at all.

If you can find a dog at a party, you’ll spend all of your time on the floor with it. It beats having small talk with strangers that you’ll probably never see again.