oops well would you look at that

it is now impossible for me to give a crap anymore

(ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧




meanwhile on habbo.com




The thought that you were once aware of me scares me because now you’ve probably forgotten that I exist. And I’m just sitting here trying to remember what you sound like. And then I try to match up that voice with a face and lips that move. It hurts.




In demigods we trust




one time i was riding my bike when i was little and then i ran into my cactus and thus was the day i started avoiding physical activity




why are we all concerned with legalizing weed when we can legalize freaking hedgehogs in california instead




logical

ari: BUT NIG
WE EXHCNAGED ADDRESESS TO SHIP STUFF TO EACH OTHER
BUT OYU WONT''
GIVE ME
YOUR PGONE NUBMER/???






Maybe I’m too sentimental or even attached, but I am currently missing a lot of people and I can’t stop remembering how good these people were to me. I don’t tend to take acts of kindness lightly. When someone is good to me, I love them for a long time.

It has been several years since I’ve really talked to some of these people and I still love them. And really, I do believe that it is best for me to let go of these people who won’t even think about speaking with me again, but maybe it’s my turn to start something. Losses will hurt a lot, but at least I’ll know whether or not to let them be.




one time in health class we had to give reasons why someone would date you and i said because i’m funny and eVERYONE LAUGHED BUT YOU KNOW WHAT THEY ALL JUST PROVED MY POINT




Why can’t I just accept the fact that there’s no space for me in your life and that you’re better off and I’m better off, just the way we are. Why do I force myself into situations where I need people badly but they don’t need me? Especially when there is absolutely no evidence that you ever existed in my life, except for these photographs that are hardly even sufficient. I wonder where your mind was those days.

As insignificant as I am to the universe already, I wish I weren’t just a speck of dust in your life. Not that anything would be the same again; not even remotely close. But I hope that you can think back and remember these things because I’m so tired of remembering things that other people don’t. If you don’t remember, then did it really happen?




lauramcphee:

This Photograph is My Proof, 1967 (Duane Michals)

This photograph is my proof. There was that afternoon, when things were still good between us, and she embraced me and we were so happy. It did happen. She did love me. Look see for yourself! - Duane Michals










mrlemonysnicket:

SECRET TUNNEL! SECRET TUNNEL!

THROUGH THE MOUNTAINS!

SECRET, SECRET, SECRET, SECRET TUNNEL!

YEAH!

KENDRA