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~ Neil Gaiman
Maybe it's festering. Maybe it's mending. Maybe it's Maybelline.
why does it burn
I am not jealous. Not at all. I am completely okay and normal right now. I am clearly not gutted with yearning.
you’re sitting across from me in a shitty diner in anywhere, america, and i watch you pour too much creamer in your coffee and i think “i love you.” you look up, catching me staring, and for a moment i think i’m brave enough to say it, but i take too long and the moment passes. i take the balled up straw wraper and flick it at you, pretending that was my plan all along. you laugh. i never want to go another day without hearing that laugh. i think i will have all the time in the world to say it.
How do you tell someone that the reason
you are happy is because they texted.
It's so embarrassing how even small words from you make me happy.
I feel so helpless.
nother great art for me collexion
Shiren
Love Is a curse.
Tea for everyone who is visiting.
I'm using this whenever someone asks me to tell them about myself.
She isn't On tumbler
i wanna date someone and live with them in a shitty apartment but be happy about it because we are happy together and we can decorate it with stupid dorky posters of shit we like and figurines and art and we can cook weird recipes we found on the internet and eat them and watch cartoons even if the food is gross because we made it and we’re perfect