Anonymous asked: How much are your pants? 'Cause at my house they'd be 100 present off.
100 present. You genuinely. made me laugh. thank you so much. so so much. Life sucks but that…omg it’s gold.
Whoever’s gamertag is Cyael needs to not send me weird voice messages you make me feel awkward okay
The Crown of “Stupidest Update I’ve Seen on Tumblr Today” will not easilly be stolen
I don’t play call of duty so no don’t put a tag like that
You thought I wasn’t talking about your post, didn’t you?
Anonymous asked: How do you politely tell someone you want them naked and on top of you ?
I imagine it’s all in the phrasing. Most people want the same things but require absurdly specific approaches…..If you’re asking me personally how I might, I simply wouldn’t. If I couldn’t make it apparent through glances, gestures & general body language, without having to say it, communication would already be too big a nightmare for me to maintain interest. off-putting.
Anonymous asked: i love you
I was told this daily..by someone who meant the very opposite
For most “Living” is never about enlightenment or helping those incapable of helping themselves, but an exercise in personal gain. Where how many men or women someone can fuck or how much money someone can attain are the “achievements”. Society has many rules that will change with the season but how you think, whom you associate with, what you do with them & how you govern yourself is up to you. You’ve grasped more mentally in an instant than these will think over the course of their short lifetime.
I’ve glimpsed beauty. Not just in ways that captivate or inspire but ways that simultaneously infuriate & confound. The type you wish to capture & keep yet share with the world. The type that no matter how hard you tried, you could never communicate. I’ve known that perfection torn from me. Insecurity. Anxiety. Doubt. Ill-Will…whatever the reason - It vanishes, as quickly as it came..begging the question : Was it ever really there at all?
Today I Learned, that, in response to my extensive solitude, my sanity was in question. Am I more mad than any openly claiming love for another? Love for one that, regardless of duration of acquaintance, they could not possibly know? Their thoughts, their dreams, the full extent of their past…their future. Can it be said that any of us are irrefutably certain who we are?
Despite my best efforts, I’m still breathing. Stumbling through the hours of each day I submerge myself in memories to drown out my thoughts. I’ve traveled so far in so short a time but it feels like several lifetimes. I’ve lived. Trully lived. & found that the best experiences are incomplete.
Being alone never has to mean lonliness..especially when solitudes’ sacrifice comes at the cost of ones Identity. You’d rather lie? pretend? cover-up? over-extend? change who you are to know the company of someone you couldn’t possibly be assured is more than temporary? Folly. Whether you choose to or not - Know others are willing & currently doing so & the odds of you finding yourself together, both pretending to be something you’re not is quite high.