Giving up on you is seriously one of the hardest...
because you meant so much to me, and now you’re gone. we can’t even attempt friendship. i want to be in your arms, and just have you one more time. maybe then i could let you go. i really, really don’t want to be alone tonight. someone talk to me or something.
puncheschildren666: saintbuddha: *blows you a kiss* *slaps it out of the air* NOT IN MY HOUSE HA HA HA
gothamshitty: kushdrinker: sweet dreams are made of cheese who am I to diss a brie
i basically assume that people don’t like me unless they explicitly tell me they like me and then periodically remind me
theblackship: moonflowerlights: dan-is-not-on-phire: napoleonbonerhard: sassyhorseradish: what if the only reason we can’t walk through mirrors is because our reflection blocks us what if they’re protecting us though what if they know that the other side is horrifying and painful and they are trying to keep us from ever crossing over I must be on the wrong side of the mirror then ...
vegay: DO PARENTS NOT REALISE YOU CAN HEAR THEM TALKING ABOUT YOU
lnsplre: tardis-stole-my-mind: floating-babies-in-the-dark: The only thing I hate about reading is I get so attached to the characters. And after I finish the book, that’s it. I will never learn anymore about them or their life or what they ate for breakfast. No matter how many times I reread the book, I will always only know the same amount. And it saddens me. Finishing a book means losing...
captainemmarica: nothing compares to that feeling when you discover a new book and it just consumes your life and you literally want to eat and breathe this book and when it’s over you think about it for days and days and the idea of reading a new book repulses you because all you can think about is the flawlessness that was the book that you just read.
My face when people talk about Tumblr on facebook.
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