I’ve never see a more accurate depiction of a drunk person.
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- me: *puts earphones in*
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- me: oh right
- me: *plays music*
- me: wow i have so much work to do
- me: *goes on tumblr*
- me: *watches a movie*
- me: *reads a novel*
- me: *takes a nap*
- me: *climbs a mountain*
- me: *backpacks through europe*
- me: why am i not getting anything done
But I don’t want small talk. Text me, and without saying hello, tell me why you got so angry at your sister this morning. Tell me why you have a scar shaped like Europe on the left side of your neck. Send me paragraphs about the time you spent at your grandmother’s house that one summer. Call me when I’m half asleep and tell me why you believe in God. Tell me about the first time you saw your dad cry. Go on for hours about things that may not seem important because I promise that I’ll be hanging on to every word you say. Tell me everything. I don’t want someone who just talks about the weather.
(via bl-ossomed)
I love deep talks. Like, hell yeah, tell me about why you’d prefer to talk to your mom rather than your dad. Tell me about your favorite lyrics in the songs you listen to everyday and why they’re your favorite. Tell me about the dog you had when you were growing up and how he was your best friend. Tell me about what kind of books you like to read when you’re alone in your room. Tell me about the things you think about right before you fall asleep. Tell me anything and everything. I just want to be the one you tell it all to. Please let me be the one.
(via schnapsliebe)
crush: *walks by*
me @ myself: if he looks over, act natural
me @ myself: pretend not to see him
me @ myself: be casual n cool
crush: *glances at me*
me:
dating me is 50% memes and terrible humor, 20% me being sarcastic and distant, and 30% me pathetically confessing how much i admire and love u
r e l a t e
I don’t want my kids growing up afraid to tell me things. You drank? Okay. You smoked? Okay. You’re struggling? That’s alright. I want them to be able to talk to me without feeling like they’re going to be punished, so they end up isolating and keeping things from me. I want them to feel safe opening up to me without fear or judgment. When it’s hard to trust anyone nowadays, I want them to know I am always here, even when everyone leaves.
“When you punish a child for their honesty they begin to lie.”
this is important
WANTED: A CUTE BOY WITH MESSY HAIR WHO IS TALL AND SMELLS NICE AND ENJOYS CUDDLES, WHO WILL TAKE ME TO AQUARIUMS AND POINT TO THE UGLIEST FISH THEY CAN SEE AND SAY “THAT ONE IS YOU” BUT WHO WILL ALSO TAKE ME TO PLANETARIUMS AND TELL ME THAT I AM PRETTIER THAN ALL OF THE STARS IN THE SKY.
when i was 12 i babysat this girl for a few years and she would come to me and show me her art, drag me by my wrists and point at the pieces she’d made during the week. and she’d be like “do the voice” and i’d put on a sports-announcer olympics-style voice and be like “such form! this level of coloring! why i haven’t seen such perfection in crayola in a long time. and what is this? why jeff, now this is a true risk… it seems she’s made … a monochrome pink canvas…. i haven’t seen this attempted since winter 1932… and i gotta say, jeff, it’s absolutely splendid” and she’d fall back giggling. at the end of every night she’d check with me: “did you really like it?” and i’d say yes and talk about something i noticed and tucked her in.
she was just accepted into 3 major art schools. she wrote me a letter. inside was a picture from when she was younger. monochrome pink.
“thank you,” it said, “to somebody who saw the best in me.”
I just cried.
THIS IS THE CUTEST THING EVER