July 2011
15 posts
40189.) I want him to be a MAN in this...
Jul 19th
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How to start a revolution [NSFW]
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Jul 15th
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Jul 15th
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39851.) I think I’ll never be happy again.
Jul 15th
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Wrote a letter today. And it felt good.
Part two is the hard part: Getting it there. Part three? A mystery. And it’s not in my control.  
Jul 15th
Jul 14th
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Jul 14th
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Letters I'll Never Send, Pt. 2
I can’t stop thinking about you. I miss you. I miss how we went to Ziggis at least 5 times a week, how you made up words for me, how you were the highest gentleman, how we didn’t have much in common, how we fought and never really communicated, and how it worked for us.  And I finally, finally realized, why I just can’t let you go. Because we never said goodbye. And I know, I...
Jul 14th
Jul 10th
“Somebody loves you if they pick an eyelash off of your face or wet a napkin and...”
– “How To Tell If Somebody Loves You”- Ryan O’Connell. Thoughtcatalog. 
Jul 10th
Shit, motherfucker. You're my theme today,...
I can’t get over this. It’s my fault, my vice, and I can’t stop.  You are so beautiful, everything about you. Your skin, the sharp angles of your face, the deep intensity of your amber eyes, and the soft folds and curves of your long frame. You make me weak. You are so smart You know what you’re talking about, you breeze through books, and you try to explain it to me. And...
Jul 5th
I was never going to post this. But Lizzy liked...
You told me you liked me in the same voice you calmed yourself down with. You would think that would be a good thing, but that was your convincing voice. Your psych yourself up voice. That was the “I don’t believe my own words, I can’t believe my thoughts, I’m freaking out and I don’t know what to do” voice. So you told me you liked me like I knew all the...
Jul 5th
Jul 5th
faze-out
dictionaryofobscuresorrows: n. a mood totally out of sync with everyone else around you, from Friday night pensiveness to heart-to-heart snark, which is a symptom of emotional jet lag—caused by an inflamed suspicion of togetherness in an age of faceless anonymity—a condition whose only known cure is to perform the zombie dance from Thriller while openly weeping, which would effectively crash and...
Jul 2nd
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