You say you’d rather be alone but every time your friends go on dates you wish you were somewhere else and not stripped naked in your bathtub while they enjoy cheap champagne and think about their goodbye kisses at the doorstep before they sleep.
You say you’d rather be alone but you wish you’d have something else to think about before you sleep, other than the awfulness of life and every single microscopic flaw of your frail body.
You diagnosed yourself to be touch-deprived and skin-hungry but having someone else’s skin touch yours wouldn’t fix what is broken in you.
You say you’d rather be alone but what you really want is someone’s presence to consume you, all of you,
all at once.
|—||To my 2:31 AM self, Alahna Sy (via fauxpoet)|
HE TALKED TO ME
I THOUGHT DEER DIDN’T MAKE SOUND OH MY GOSH THIS IS ADORABLE
"YOU ARE SO CUTE"
CAUSE OF DEATH: CUTENESS
so tonight my philosophy professor had these nasty bruises all over her arms and she stopped mid-lecture to say “sorry you guys have to look at my bruised-up body, my friend brought a stripper pole over for thanksgiving and that shit is not easy. tip your strippers. tip your strippers well” and then immediately kept talking about philosophy
wait a minute
this means Kevin is in heaven
with some knowledge of the angel tablet
KEVIN YOU BETTER FUCK METATRON UP
WE’VE FOUND THE SILVER LINING!!!!
Bless this post.
bonus points if they involve bobby, ellen, jo and ash.
I thought heaven was destroyed…
Heaven is just closed to the ANGELS. All souls are still up there in their own “private Idahos” (as Ash said). Remember? “The ANGELS are falling”, not “the ANGELS and SOULS are falling”.
|—||Karl Urban (2009)|