Dude, I need to make a salad. You’re going to be my bowl.– locobanana
spaceolympics: Day 29 - A song from your...
I feel rejected or something
I guess that what you get for putting yourself out there on tumblr. I think I’ll go braid my own hair now.
Now hiring: Northern Hemisphere friends
It sucks that everyone I know is asleep right now. I am bored and lonely.
I discover myself on the verge of a usual mistake.– Song Of Myself, Walt Whitman (via sunandsilence)
I feel sad, sometimes (all the time) I feel lonely, sometimes (all the time) I wish you were here, sometimes, (all the time) I miss you when you leave, sometimes, (all the time) Come back.
all my thoughts are all the same, all insane.
I have a new appreciation for Taylor Swift. I know, I am my own worst nightmare, but she’s cute and really adorable. I’d want her to be my sister or my friend.
I fell asleep after dark. I imagined myself in love. I told you I had everything to live for. I created a haven in your heart, somewhere safe for my thoughts, my dreams, the things I imagined. I held the fragile pieces together. Carefully with my fingertips lest they come apart. Brittle, they could break. So I was tender. I whispered, and I wrote. I said things I wasn’t brave enough to...
the need to ask.
There is so much I want from you, so much I need, so much I am too scared to ask for. It’s not that I think you won’t give it, you would or you’d try to satisfy whatever silly demand I made of you. But rather, I wish you knew without me having to ask, wish you could read my mind, read me. Because when you don’t know, what it is I need from you, it makes me think that you...