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That Royal Blue Light, Yonder

@wewereallburiedatsea / wewereallburiedatsea.tumblr.com

"Beauty and Pain--They can be no more separated than Birth and Blood."
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ofgeography

The Most Beautiful Man In The World, Who Lives In My Building And Only Ever Sees Me When I Look Disgusting

The Most Beautiful Man In The World lives in my building. i don’t know his name. we met on a bus, when i smiled WAY too brightly at him for strangers because, honest to god, my whole heart lit up in a way that made me think, “oh, i must know that guy!!” no. i didn’t. he’s just The Most Beautiful Man In The World.

what does The Most Beautiful Man In The World look like? i will tell you:

  • like the way the sun spills over water at dusk
  • like the way food smells when you’re hungry
  • like the sound angels make when they’re doing folk covers of pop songs on their heavenly harps
  • and also kind of like the guy who played Chad in “high school musical,” if the guy who played Chad in “high school musical” was the most beautiful man in the world.

i tell you this not only to brag that i live in the same apartment complex as The Most Beautiful Man In The World but also because i want to know WHY, if there even IS A GOD, every single time i run into The Most Beautiful Man In The World i look like a LITERAL DUMPSTER TROLL that has just CRAWLED OUT OF ITS GARBAGE HOUSE in search of FREE WIFI AND A SLURPEE. i want to know why i can never just BE COOL with The Most Beautiful Man In The World when we ride the elevator together, which is!!!! kind of often!!!!!

DID YOU GUYS KNOW that sometimes i look nice?? sometimes i actually look like a FUNCTIONING ADULT!!! sometimes i would go so far as to say i am an ATTRACTIVE INDIVIDUAL!!!!! 

you know who DOESN’T know any of that???

THE MOST BEAUTIFUL MAN IN THE WORLD, WHO LIVES IN MY BUILDING!!!

here’s a quick rundown of the last few times i ran into The Most Beautiful Man In The World:

  • i was wearing a maxi dress i had very cleverly biked home in, without a helmet* (*don’t try that at home, kids), in the VERY HOT AFTERNOON SUN, so i was a GROSS SWEAT MONSTER but without any OBVIOUS INDICATOR that there was a normal reason for it, and i couldn’t stand to look at him so i just glared at my phone while he probably wondered, alarmed, whether i was fleeing the scene of a crime
  • i was wearing a white shirt that i had not SECONDS before spilled salsa ALL OVER in a big red stain right down the front like a KINDERGARTNER
  • i was carrying two armfuls of ENORMOUS bags of popcorn with a three musketeers bar literally in my mouth and he overheard me say through my stuffed candy cheeks to my doorman, “oh, no, i’m not having a party, this is literally all for me”
  • i dropped my backpack while opening my mail and said to it, defeatedly, “why? why did you do that when i explicitly told you not to? do you like being on the floor?” 
  • i fell into and then off of the elevator

why??? why does this happen??? what vengeful god has orchestrated it so the ONLY TIMES i ever run into The Most Beautiful Man In The World are when i could easily be mistaken for a child’s doll that has been put through the wash by accident, or a dollar bill that has been stained by years of being in people’s sweaty palms, or a mop with eyes???

whatever. everything costs money and everyone you love disappoints you. Mop Eyes out.

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ok but bucky barnes standing outside whatever jail the last of the hydra officials are being kept in, banging a pan against his metal arm yelling “I DIDN’T GET NO SLEEP CAUSE OF Y’ALL, Y’ALL NEVER GONNA SLEEP CAUSE OF ME”

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fatanarchy

THIS IS WHAT ANARCHY LOOKS LIKE.

Hope for the future.

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gehayi

This kid is incredible.

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THIS POST IS BACK ON MY DASH AND I WILL NEVER NOT REBLOG ANARCHIST LIBRARIAN KID.

FOUR FOR YOU ANARCHIST LIBRARIAN KID, YOU GO ANARCHIST LIBRARIAN KID

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proseprotips

It looks like my Favorite Person of the Week Award goes to this fine human being.

Someone give this kid an award.

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me: forgets birthdays
me: can’t remember where i left anything
me: never knows what i'm supposed to be doing on any given day
me: hey do you wanna hear a super-obscure fact about ancient rome
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The first of many to come. 

ps. let it be noted: i fucking HATE painting tattoos. and wings. which is why his arent out. if i added them, it would have taken away the lighting and i couldnt risk that. so deal with wingless Rhys…

oh. and her hair. i know its light but this bitch tried so many scenerios to try and make it work. dark hair looked better. ANOTHER SACRIFICE I HAD TO MAKE

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mor-rigan

GOD BLESS

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SPOILER!!! Rhys and Feyre

Rhys twisted in his seat toward me. “And now?”

Aware of every breath, every movement, I sat in his lap. His hand gently braced my hips as I studied his face. “And now I want you to know, Rhysand, that I love you. I want you to know …” His lips trembled, and I brushed away the tear that escaped down his cheek. “I want you to know,” I whispered, “that I am broken and healing, but every piece of my heart belongs to you. And I am honored - honored to be your mate”

FUCKING SLAY ME

RIP ME

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