Holly Riordan

She always has a million things on her mind. Even when she should be relaxing, she’s stressing about something. Her mind never shuts off.

She isn’t going to sleep with you right away or say I love you when she still barely knows you. She’s going to wait until the timing is right. Until she’s comfortable around you. Until she knows for sure you’re someone that deserves her time.

Snooping around. If you have to go through your partner’s emails and text messages, because you don’t trust them, then why are you even with them? You need to find someone you believe would never hurt you.

She’ll teach you how to feel. How to accept love. How to give yourself fully to another person.

He tells you that your favorite bands suck. That your favorite shows are trash. That your favorite books are boring. He thinks that everything you say is stupid.

You always end up drinking the most when you’re drinking together. You keep pushing each other to take one more sip, one more shot.

Do you really want him to know how much you’ve been missing him?

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.