green is not a creative color
what the fuck are you trying to say with that gif
lets not bring it up
lets never bring it up
what part of never bring it up do you not understand
What did I just watch?
I have been gone for a long time but I may or may not be back…
does anyone else find it immensely comforting to have someone touching you like not like touching you like i am touching you or like sexually just like feeling some other person being beside you and like your elbows or legs or something are touching and youre like oh this person is alive too
in 7th grade i went to the see a movie with a boy and in the middle of it he was like “do you wanna kiss” and i was like “excuse me” and he pulled a bag of hershey’s kisses out of his coat
DO YOU REALIZE WHAT A GOOD BACKUP PLAN THAT IS
I hate living so far away from you.
I hate that I don’t get to talk to you every day
or see you every week.
I hate that I don’t know everything that happens in your life any more
and I hate that I don’t see any other way that things could be.
You are the most beautiful, most kind person I have ever met.
I shouldn’t spend so much time wondering how you are or what you’re doing, but I do.
I think about if you’re at work, working register 7. I imagine you hating that you’re on 7 again but smiling and being sweet to the customers regardless.
I remember the times I would make an excuse, like buying blueberries, to come and see you then slip you a note saying how much I love you.
I think about our picnics and how perfectly cute they were, how I never had to hide any part of myself from you.
I think of these things and they torture me.
They hurt because no matter how much I want to I can’t just drive over to your work and see you in your break, hug you and kiss you.
The worst part is that I know it can never be like that again. I live here now and things will never be the same.
If you’re too drunk to remember your second tumblr email and password it’s probably a good sign that you’re too drunk to be posting on it.