“…She looks at me, her grey-green eyes drilling into me and I’m taken out of the moment. I pause and take in her unkempt hair, each of the seven freckles on her nose that spill onto her cheekbone, and the way her lower lip is just a little bigger than her upper lip so it looks like she’s always pouting. It’s adorable. And then, she goes from being serious, driving at me at 66,000 miles...
“Sean. What is this?” This was one of my biggest fears. Standing in my kitchen, barefoot, ready to leave, but my father standing in my way. He stood, towering with his hockey player’s build in the doorway from the kitchen to the mudroom, to the garage, to my car, blocking me from getting to where I was going. “Why do you have these?” He held my ballet shoes out at arm’s length, between two...
my head is spinning.
logged into tumblr for the first time in a while.
reminds me why i vowed never to come back to this shithole of a place i called home. i really, really hated myself back then…
swimthefly: Michael Phelps is content making final splash
the reason i have stopped using tumblr is because of the sheer amount of self loathing that exists. everywhere i see people hating themselves, fishing for compliments and generally wallowing in self pity admittedly, i went through this phase and i understand, however i know now the best thing to do is to get out there and stop hating yourself and get back with the people you used to know, or...
manesium (n.) the state of talking to a friend when you both reveal you had feelings for each other at the same time at a point in the past and you suddenly flashforward to what could have, would have, and should have been some of the best days. Contundiperium (n.) An emotional state in which the heart and lungs feel crushed under the sheer weight of disappointment brought on by bad news. The...
I finally felt like I kind of had you. I had a hope that maybe we could be together, like an ache you never knew. So.. I really don’t know what to say. kissing you was one of the greatest things that ever happened to me. i told myself I wouldn’t go through this again but I did and now I feel awful and just ugh I don’t know what to do and I can never have you, can I?...
wanting to kill everyone who posts about tumblr on...
brianchase: Forever alone Waiting for Taylor Swift
manesium (n.) the state of talking to a friend when you both reveal you had feelings for each other at the same time at a point in the past and you suddenly flashforward to what could have, would have, and should have been some of the best days.
heaving: my christmas wish is to go tree shopping and have one fall and kill me