I bought a 224 page book of poetry last week, and it's taken me until today to open it. I knew I should've kept walking, that I shouldn't have even picked up the damned thing. However, when have my hands ever listened to my head? Page 1, cracking the spine, "success is counted sweetest..." The first line screams, and I close it once again. What I knew would happen has happened. Your voice through a scratchy telephone speaks quietly but louder than the blaring numbers of 4:15 am. Sylvia Plath pirouettes from your tongue and Poe slips across your lips and then Shakespeare, Frost, Wolfe. We read to each other until you leave me and I leave you and I suppose this is my formal apology to Emily Dickinson for letting his love ruin poetry.
Sorry for abandoning this account. I've been going through a lot and can't find the energy. Maybe I'll be back one day.
dan + fangirling over phil’s halloween sweater
i still don’t understand why phil doesn’t have more subscribers like that man is an actual blessing to this earth get your act together and fkn subscribe to that ball of sunshine
MAMA AIN’T PLAYING NO MORE
It will be held against you [x]
dan is lad trash
when u have LITERALLY no chill….
fanfiction writers be like
Okay. So. My friend (let's call her Friend) she dragged me out at like 9:30 last night to go to the casino. And like we're 18 and can't gamble so I thought that was a little funky. Whatevs. But when we get there I find out SHE FUCKING SET ME UP ON A BLIND DATE WITH HER BOYFRIENDS FRIEND and I'm like.... Are you actually kidding me. The reason I was so upset is bc i do NOT want any sort of romantic relationship rn and I'm so awkward and anxious and uncomfortable around new people. Like I'm a tree branch in conversation. So this guy "assigned" to me was actually really nice and funny but I wasn't attracted to him AT ALL. Physically or emotionally. But apparently he was to me and it was just an uncomfortable situation. He's like "wanna go on a real date" and I didn't know what to say SO I SAID SURE BUT I DIDNT MEAN IT AND I FEEL SO BAD
Thank you, as usual, for choosing to spend an hour and six minutes of your Tuesday evening with me.