Sad-chochochip - Oblivious Cashew

copying.

This guy had the perfect vows.

His vows: "I will kill the spiders. I will share my fries with you when you've finished all yours and are still hungry. I won't ever pop my collar. I will never be rude to your tummy- when I hear it growl and gurgle, I promise to bend down and reply respectfully. I will eat the mushrooms when we order the supreme pizza. I will kiss the papercuts. and the door-slammed finger, and the counter-bumped hip. I’ll try my hardest not to get annoyed when you whisper questions and comments during movies. I will be the big spoon. I will let you win at wrestling. sometimes. other times I will not. I will send you random texts and leave you silly gifts. not always. not on schedule . just whenever I want to. whenever I think you need one. or seven. I will check your tire pressure. and remind you to take your car in. I will hold your hand. I will love you. I will love you. I will love you.

Close up view of Pluto from the New Horizons spacecraft

i’m a hopeless romantic with all these ideal scenarios in my head but i’m also terrified of falling in love and trusting someone new.

Judge me all you want, when I become a writer you’ll know. I’m not leaving this world without making an imprint on it. Mark my words.

—reasons to keep a diary/written record of existence.

credits: 1. anais nin; 2. sophocles; 3. fanny howe; 4. @pigmenting ; 5. louise erdrich; 6. tristine rainer; 7. clarice lispector; 8. sei shonagon; 9. elaine feinstein; 10. susan goldsmith wooldridge.

if you write me poetry, buy me paints, or sing to me- just go ahead and propose, because i’m yours forever.

Pixel Art by Julian Gariba

Alone

by Edgar Allan Poe

From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I loved, I loved alone. Then – in my childhood, in the dawn Of a most stormy life – was drawn From every depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still: From the torrent, or the fountain, From the red cliff of the mountain, From the sun that round me rolled In its autumn tint of gold, From the lightning in the sky As it passed me flying by, From the thunder and the storm, And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view.

sorry professor i did not do this asisgnemtn becuase i was too sad! NO consequences please. goodbye

i support the whole dont romanticize coffee addictions movement but someone should’ve told this to 13 year old me watching gilmore girls for the first time because so much shit could’ve been prevented