cliffhangers are so
It’s -10 outside please stop wearing basketball shorts. We get It you’re straight
If I reply with “oh” I either don’t give a fuck or I feel like i’ve been punched in the throat
kinda wish someone was touching me inappropriately right now
if you don’t terrify people a little bit then what’s the point
im really clueless so please spell out very obviously exactly how you feel in full detail or i will constantly be worrying about how much you hate me
I’m beginning to miss you horribly. It’s not yet sorrow or anything tragic, it’s more like some food I’m lacking: I’ve enough just to vegetate, but always with an empty feeling in my stomach and a certain languor — whereas with you I used to be vigorous.
It is a general sense of the poetry of existence that overcomes me. I have the sense of the flight of time; and this shores up my emotions.
Me: Hmm, it’s 11:30, I’ll just check tumblr before bed
Me: Why is it 3am now