Dreaming of being a photo journalist/bio medical technician/ international spy/internet addict/crazy art lady
It’s like I want to die when you’re around. @theboyivefallenfor,buticantgrowupandtellhimilovehim
I hate everyone who’s prettier than me and has a better blog than me
So like basically everyone
Wow. Here I am again talking about a boy. I’ve spent 7 months telling myself I’m going to be just fine without you.
I’ve been ruining myself chasing after you kid.
I’ve been lighting my insides just to distract myself from the pain that is you.
But honestly I was a flood that wrecked my heart.
You’re my flood.
Help me I’m drowning in you. In your memories, which hit me in never ending waves.
Just could you please take me to the ocean?
I mean the water there is deeper and I’d just swim out until I was free of your flood waters.
I’m talking nonsense.
None of that actually made sense.
But now that I think about it nothing has made sense since I left you.
It’s like I’ve made this plan for you and I, and I’m just too much of a child to tell you that I honest to God love you so much. Even now.
It’s just like, dammit boy why can’t you jus love me like all the other boys do?!?! All these other boys crave my attention and I give it to them in the hopes that drowning my sorrows in other boy’s lips will somehow remind me of you.
Why can you look at me like these other boys do?
Why can’t you want me too?
Any living creature with a dick and lips I’ve been running to and trying to find a flood in him, but it’s been made very obvious to me that you’re the only one capable of drowning me.
i want to be a librarian when i grow up because i’ll get paid to tell people to shut up
How did I not think of this.
And you get to read all the books
Tumblr is the only place librarians are cool
And at secret librarian meetings, I suppose
I had to go to the store with my mom but then she was like oh wait I’m not wearing real pants and made me go in by myself and I walked in and all was fine but then there was a drunk who was checking me out and I literally ran out of the Mexican food aisle and then I couldn’t find the sour cream an I freaked out and then the guy had to help me find the corn tortillas and I tripped and almost broke a can of salsa so needless to say this was the most traumatic point in my life thus far