Welcome to New Ashton

you wanna live your miserable fucking life, go right ahead.

i feel like something bad is going to happen to me.

look at us. we’re still breathing.

i know the difference between someone who cares about me and someone who doesn’t.

i bet you still think you’re the victim, don’t you?

i missed you. we fit.

you can’t rise above something if it’s eating you up inside.

i fucking love that. i love when you stoop to my level. 

the truth is, sometimes i miss you so much i can hardly stand it.

we could’ve had a good life together. real fucking good life. but you didn’t want it.

i wish i knew how to quit you.

we always do this.

can we just talk for a minute and i’ll fuck off after if you want?

you’ve got a pretty good track record of being insane.

if it was a good morning, i wouldn’t be here.

i’m not hiding. i’m avoiding.

we don’t have to be friends for me to make sure you’re okay.

you’re kind of brutal with other girls.

i’m not gonna lie, i am enjoying your panic right now.

i guess it’s my fault. i always come when you call.

i’m guessing you’re the one who’s always biting your tongue to keep the peace.

you think i don’t know what’s going on when i go weeks without hearing from you?

i want you to tell me why you look so fucking scared.

i’m not, like, turned on by drama.

i have way less complicated booty calls i could make.

i’m tired of being angry at you.

you can’t expect other people to take your relationships seriously if you don’t.

you don’t care about me. you just don’t know how to be alone.

we both want to keep seeing each other. it’s stupid to act like we’re not gonna do it again.

it’s like a sick cycle.

we’re not even nice to each other half the time.

you stay here so much there’s a drool stain on my couch.

you’ve been staring at photos of her for an hour.

do you think i’m broken inside?

you’re only nice if there’s a reason for it.

i’m not a fucking idiot. i know everyone thinks i am, but i’m not.

so hard to watch you self-sabotage. makes it impossible to stay mad at you.

please. get off your high horse. 

you keep making impulsive decisions and making everything worse. 

this is crazy. we’re saying crazy things to each other. we love each other. 

have you not noticed how much i like you?

some day, someone’s gonna get so far stuck under your skin, they’re gonna rot there.

i still love you just as much as i always have.

i’m not ready for this to be the end of my story.

oh, i never murder on the first date.

you have a lot of shit to figure out before you’re dateable. 

look at you. you just need me to make you feel better.

it’s hard to enjoy sex when i’m angry with you.

you’re literally incapable of being alone. 

i didn’t think i could hate you any more than i already did.

do you think i’m embarrassing?

sometimes i don’t know what version of you i’m going to get. 

i’m honestly not someone who gets very excited about things.

you’re not gonna go there and turn some light on. it’s pitch black.

i was in the middle of a self crisis, but you loved me.

i'm trying to remember who i was before i met you.

you can figure out who you are and we don’t have to break up because of it. 

you walk like someone who grew up being free.

i feel like i need to be away from you.

you’re not really here. you’re, like, gone.

do you feel like you have someone looking out for you?

you’re the only person that i don’t want to leave.

if you go, it’ll be so painful for everyone.

i don’t know who i am. i don’t know what i want the rest of my life to look like.

i’m really… not a person.

thank you for being a great first love.

i’m sorry i was a coward. i really hope you can remember me as more than that.

i’m not gonna comfort you right now. i’m not gonna comfort you about the most painful thing i’ve ever experienced.

i can’t force you to want to be with me. right? you’re free. you can do whatever you want.

i’m sorry i’m not, like, upset enough about you.

i’m an avoidant asshole, i don’t know.

you’re, like, fucking broken inside. 

you said you loved me.

what you’re asking of me is not realistic.

you make everyone sad.

you get lukewarm pep talks when i’m unprepared. 

i don’t need anyone to tell me i’m a piece of shit.

how hard is it that you can’t be a dick to me right now?

@southern-belle-outcasts

WEIRDLY SPECIFIC BUT HELPFUL CHARACTER-BUILDING QUESTIONS

//mm, I'd say it's probably pretty even. Depending on how bad the mistake is, Glen's liable to let it eat at him and eat at him, regardless of if it's personal in any of his relationships or work, or if it has something to do with the pack and their protection. It might be stronger in the latter, but not by much.

they make you uncomfortable

they interact with someone you’re uncomfortable with

you’ve lost interest in their content

you want to.

reasons it’s okay to try and guilt people for unfollowing you:

there are none.

nobody has to follow you,   they can stop at any point if that will make them more comfortable or their hobby more enjoyable.   people do not owe you continuing to follow your blog or an explanation if they choose to stop for whatever personal reason they may have  (especially if you’re only passing acquaintances but even if you’re friends).   i could be sad and confused about someone unfollowing / soft-blocking me,   and that doesn’t mean they’ve done anything wrong or owe me a reason to justify their choice.   you’re never obliged to interact with me,  and it would never be okay for me to coerce you into it.   as a community we preach self care and treating people with respect but then try to interfere with or punish people for taking care of themselves.