#im really high

[critter-z]

Im going to turn the Critters into Marshmallows

no dont do that- theyre people

waittt

[mindisonmars]

how it feels to be the controversially young ex of an older guy who was still stuck on his ex from before me who was his age

[lil-harddad]

I be smokin' that shit that turns the frogs gay

[joemophobic]

I'm a little peaved that when I was a little girl playing basketball my dad (who was my coach) never bothered showing me the wnba. We watched a bit of the nba, and I remember enjoying it. I wasn't like. Watching every game or anything, but he did take me to a wolves game once. Idk I just wonder what kind of player I could have been if I got to watch Maya Moore in her prime. Sighhhhhhhhh

[twinprimeconjecture]

having um. thoughts

[ballastcat]

my cat. she is my world. she is so small and fluffy and full of love. i think if i had seen her as a baby, i wouldve exploded with love. she is such a small piece of the universe and it is such a beautiful and powerful piece of universe. she used to be outside in the cold and now she's inside, warm comfy and so loved. im going to cry. i love her. my little baby. my baby waby

[exorcim]

Tumblr be frying me literally just got longest discourse about whether cheating is ethical or not like yall fr just be making shit up its so funny

[benilos]

Empty the pieces of me the plague your mind

I have returned to the ground that poisoned me and it did nothing. It brought me joy even

I saw love in the eyes of the blonde mess of curls that grew alongside me.

I felt my voice return to a diction that escapes me now for wish of being understood.

I felt classic jealousy of the joy she experienced tinged with too much love to see her smiling and happy. I felt love and love alone for the faces I knew and didn't know long ago in the ugliest pieces of me.

Home is where the heart is and she is my heart she was everything to me.

She is no longer everything. And that is good! We are okay. We are loved enough now that we do not cling to each other for fear of never having anything else.

It is all the same when we see each other because we can be others where we are apart and return to home every second we are together.

Home is what I called the other place. Soft and terrible delusions of another world, another chance at life. This is Home. It is here. I am anew and at the cliff's edge.

Softer things are mine these days, I am empty of all that was and I plague another's mind. He so sweetly indulges and I flutter about his head like the dragonflies we see so often now.

Clever boy and bothersome bugs are all that push us and we are rolling down a hill at full speed like the one I sat on July 4th laying next to her and her new life.

There is something else to it all. I'm too excited, too fearful for it all to end but I want to be good. I want to be content.

I hope fate is on our side this time.

I'll try to believe it.