Does someone out there know how to hack one’s twitter? Cause I forgot my password and I can’t reset it. Help, please.

7 Silly Things I Regret

1. I regret those times I could’ve slept more so I wouldn’t look like the youngest among my siblings.
2. I regret not paying close attention to my body during puberty and now I’m wishing I have curves to flaunt.
3. I regret misunderstanding love and being impulsively and foolishly infatuated to a guy at 14 which completely but not so dramatically ruined my belief of fairy tales and happy endings.
4. I regret being an ignorant and not pushing my boundaries. Always in the middle, a mediocre—not the least and most especially will never be the best.
5. I regret those friendships I left behind without even a fight.
6. I regret not taking care of myself more and now people and even those who I call my friends don’t even want to be near me.
7. Most of all, I regret for even regretting these silly things.

7 Places I Wanna Travel Someday

1. Everywhere
2. Everywhere
3. Everywhere
4. Everywhere
5. Everywhere
6. Everywhere
7. Everywhere

Butterfly You

What a beautiful word
What a delicate creature.
Delicate like the cruel words that flow right out of your mouths
and the food that flies right out of your hands…

Does it make you feel better?
Does it make you feel good ?
Does picking on a girl make you more of a man?
Well, I’m standing up for myself
Like I should have done before
I’m not putting up with your
Butterfly anymore.”

“I have one thing to say to you
And I’m not referring to the bullies
Or the ones they pursue.
I’m referring to those of you that just stand by
The ones who don’t take up for those of us that cry
Those of you who just…turn a blind eye.
After all it’s not you it’s happening to
You aren’t the one being bullied
And you aren’t the one being rude
It isn’t your hand that’s throwing the food
But…it is your mouth not speaking up
It is your feet not taking a stand
It is your arm not lending a hand
It is your heart
Not giving a damn.
So take up for yourself
Take up for your friends
I challenge you to be someone
Who doesn’t give in.
Don’t give in.
Don’t let them win.”

— From Point of Retreat by Colleen Hoover

(I’ll let you in a secret. Butterfly in this poem was used as another term for “fuck”.)

Point of Retreat

Twenty-two hours and our war begins.
Our war of limbs
and lips
and hands…
The point of retreat
Is no longer a factor 
When both sides of the line 
Agree to surrender
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve lost…
Or is it how many times you’ve won? 
This game we’ve been playing for fifty-nine weeks
I’d say the score

Twenty-two hours and our war begins
Our war of limbs
and lips
and hands…
The best part of finally
Not calling retreat? 
The showers above us
Raining down on our feet
While the bombs are exploding and the guns fire their rounds. Before the two of us collapse to the ground. Before the battle, before the war…
You need to know 
I’d go fifty-nine more.
Whatever it takes to let you win.
I’d retreat all over
and all over
and over


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— Colleen  Hoover, Slammed

— Colleen Hoover, Slammed

7 Things I Can’t Live Without

1. Ponytail. (No, seriously. I’ll literally die without one.)
2. Mah phone. (It helps me get through each day of everyday.)
3. VCut. (One the many things I’d always choose over my siblings.)
4. Books. (Yep. In fact we have this sort of pact thing with my friends which we call “Books before Boys”. Hilarious, I know.)
5. Internet. (No questions asked.)
6. Ice Cream. (I’m a vanilla girl but I also really like the melon flavored ones.)
7. Music. (It’s the last thing I hear before I go to sleep and the first thing I hear whenever I wake up.)

I just love love love her. ❤️❤️❤️