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fuck a double text I’ll quad text u think I care buzz buzz it’s me again ho
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Drunk text me. Text me when the music is loud and there are girls dancing around you and you’re not quite coherent and you’re not quite yourself. Drunk text me that you love me or that you miss me or that I’m on your mind. Let the alcohol tell me all the things you won’t say sober.
(via laurenrosenicole)
once u get rid of your fear of double texting it’s a whole new world man text 4 times in a row!! go big, text 32 times!!! ur needy af own it
Drunk text me. I want
to be the one you think of
when you can’t think straight.
“Drunk Texts are Flattering” by Claire Luisa
(via gefuehlsdistanziert)
(via gefuehlsdistanziert)
I text him back, “I’m good, yeah. :) How are you?”
I don’t tell him that I’ve spent the past hour sitting in the bathtub sobbing, or that I’ve just thrown up my breakfast lunch and dinner, or that everything hurts and I don’t know what to do.
A minute later he replies.
“You never use emoticons. What’s up?”
And I don’t know how to respond to that, so I don’t.
“Do you want me to come over?”
(Yes. Yes. Yes.)
“Hey. Stay where you are, okay? I’m coming.”
Deep breaths. Stop hyperventilating. Fingers for god’s sakes stop trembling. “You don’t have to. I don’t want to be a bother.” I’m trying to play it cool.
It takes him all of two seconds to reply.
“Fuck that.” He says, and I wince. “I’ll come for you every time. Don’t you ever think I won’t.”
Honestly, this is better than a good morning text. It’s 4am and you’re thinking about me.
I’m never not reblogging this because this means so much more than any other post I’ve seen and ugh.
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