My slightest, tiniest glimmer of hope of happiness in the future is you, but even then I’m too realistic to pretend like I don’t know thats all complete bullshit. I’ve never really been able to be optimistic so I can’t honestly say Im surprised anyways. Looking back, I’ve always been this way, even as a kid haha, what the fuck is wrong with me ?
Too much, way too much time to give any of it to me. Too much, way too much thought put into this for me to still be sane. Still want to try and love you. Honest, im way too honest. You just dont want to let me down. She hated my honesty because, she couldnt understand my life. Although she always said she did. Too much way too much feeling there, it scared me. Too much energy. Too much thought put into this post. This weekend i hope that i see you.
Me and my friends were all “losers”. James today said “where are all the girls at?” and it came to mind. Were freaking losers, sitting here playing pokemon and taking shots everytime a pokemon faints. Girls never hang out with us. But thats okay because they’re all too cool for us. But its great, being the losers. Because were all best friends, and we are all really weird and dont know how to talk to females. This post makes me sound like a loser fo sho. Fuck you cool kids! ^.^
If you never give me a real chance, then, of course, I’ll come off as a creep. You won’t see how genuine I am. You’ll miss out on how kind I am. You won’t know how loving I am. You won’t hear my heart, because all you see is a freakish body in front of you that differs from yours.
“You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen.”—Ernest Hemingway (via salazar-slytherin)
These are the nights where it all seems so much clearer. the chaos in the clouds dripping light into my dark room. All this unrestricted electricity, this energy, the voice of God. In the flashes there is the empty space of particles expanded, hotter than the sun. Takes a picture of our lives, the shutter louder than any man made form of gun. But the light tonight is more blue than before. But i still have dreams of the bombs, that i pray dont fall on you or me. The weather is fine somewhere out on the sea, but more wretched than you have seen. Some of these things scare me, so for tonight i lay my blue thoughts to rest.
I can make a mean batch of asian stir fry! xD
But only enough rice for two, if only this was worth it to fufill your tummys needs.
One blanket is too cold, ive gotten used to the sound of the fan while i sleep.
but two is too warm, ill kick it off it my sleep. If only you were here by my side.
Or maybe just two medium thickness blankets will do.