Can we just take a moment
Can we just take a moment
I am sorry. I am the selfish one asking for things that I maybe can’t handle. The truth. I wanna know what happened. Everyday. And not through finding out somewhere. I admit I am insecure.
Secondly, is our feelings mutual? If it is then you will have my whole undivided devotion. If it is and you not gonna settle down just yet, it’s fine. We are still young. I want to wait for you to ready. If it’s not and I will give up. I will forget and putting in all to support our friendship.
I really don’t understand why are you so easily annoyed by me. Wait I understand why you are so easily annoyed by me, so on this part what can be improved? You telling me what to avoid doing? Or you also kan de Kai a bit.
I have been honest except for that. I let you check my phone and let you dig out what you want to find. But all I have is just selected words that you will tell me. Maybe cause I will over think, Ask you more about it.
I wanna know everything about you. And i will accept all of you.
I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, “Kiss me harder,” and “You’re a good person,” and, “You brighten my day.” I live my life as straight-forward as possible.
Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.
Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.
But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.
And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.
We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.
We never know when the bus is coming.
The person who loves you now, at this very moment in time, at this particular juncture in space, once loved someone else before you, and you have to be okay with that. You have to be okay with all the previous mouths they’ve kissed or put their tongues into, all the names they’ve pronounced dozens of times until they got them just right. You have to be okay with those things, and with the beds they’ve slept in that were not their own, with the hands they held and the bodies they explored, even the awkward first dates they went on filled with so much tension it couldn’t have been sliced even with a butcher knife.
Everything you love is here
remember that sasuke figurine that could hold up like literally fucking anythign
And my personal favorite
ARE YOU KIDDING ME
I had to reblog this, I’m sorry
He’s back! Welcome back, calming cat. You are always welcome here.
Everyone should know of calming cat.
this is the thing that you have to tag because you’ll have to wait 8264589672 years to find it again