Reblog and see if you get a color.
We near never speak, but I do enjoy your presence on my dashboard.
I wish I could become your best friend through the internet.
You leave me with jumbled words.
I'm in love with you.
I have a crush on you.
I sincerely wish you would notice me.
We have quite a lot in common.
You are my Tumblr crush.
I dislike your page.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME.
PLEASE MARRY ME.
I find you cute.
I would date you.
I dislike you.
I want to put off everything in life and sleep.
I can’t abandon
the person I used to be
so I carry her
dying before your friends and welcoming them to hell like
What You Crave vs What You Need
Kale, leafy greens.
Actual, literal bubbles.
A strong Southern gentleman to take care of you.
The sweet release of death.
Anonymous - what's your biggest fear? what's your favorite breakfast? do you believe in ghosts?
1. disappointing people 2. oatmeal. with the fixings. hands down. peanut butter and banana are mandatory. 3. not really?
Anonymous - what's something really dumb you've done that you laugh about? favourite poet? what would you want to be if all the realms of fiction were open to you?
1. i made up a boyfriend when i was in middle school (bc i wanted to be kewl) and all of my friends believed he was real for years. 2. this is hard. but probs bukowski or cummings? 3. i’m kind of confused by this question but if i’m understanding you right now, i would love to live in a world similar to that of asoiaf/game of thrones.
Anonymously message me (3) things you want to know about me.
It’s watching your daughter die, but not suddenly. It’s day by day, looking frailer, smaller, closer to a coffin. It’s not seeing her be hit by a car or be kidnapped and murdered. God knows those things must be true torture. But don’t think because it’s not sudden it’s not utterly as painful- because watching your baby slowly wither away into dust and bones is slow and agonising because every moment spent seeing her get weaker is another moment you have to come to terms with what’s happening; another moment spent thinking what caused it, who’s to blame, what do you do. But those questions can never be answered until she chooses to recover herself… You’re not recovering, you’re melting away slowly but surely. Our tranquility is commendable. We’re not screaming and shouting and crying at you, but every day I spend sitting on the verge of tears, wondering if it’ll be the same tomorrow or if you’ll be gone.