#sould mate

[irkajavasdream]

OH MY GOD THEY ARE COLLABORATING FASHION I could die of happy. So happy I could die.

[rory-regan]

texans dont say 'i love you', instead we say 'howdy y’all sweet iced tea hook em horns remember the alamo god bless your soul', and i think that is just beautiful.

[rory-regan]

okay so i usually read before i go to bed and i thought it was nigh time that i finally broke into the masterlist of fanfics my friend sent me. it was only 4,000 words, a short read. but so far, ive been up for two extra hours, mostly crying. the thing is i /dont cry/ at books or movies. like, ever. but because of this im gross. i thought "oh hey! its spideypool! its gonna be cute! spideypool is always cute!" NO. I HAVE NEVER BEEN MORE WRONG IN MY LIFE. IT STARTED OUT CUTE. THEN IN A SINGLE SENTENCE IT ALL TURNED HORRIBLE. AND THE FIC WASNT EVEN HALFWAY DONE. I AM HURTING. I NEED A HUG. THIS IS TOO MUCH. WHY. WHY DID YOU SEND ME THIS. WHY DID THIS PERSON /WRITE/ THIS. WHO DOES THIS. WHY WOULD YOU DO SUCH A THING. THIS IS TOO MUCH PAIN FOR A SLEEP DEPRIVED PERSON TO ENDURE. I WAS ONLY GONNA TAKE HALF AN HOUR TO READ A FLUFFY SPIDEYPOOL. I SHOULD HAVE LOOKED AT THE TAGS. I SHOULD HAVE LOOKED AT THE WARNINGS. IT DIDNT HURT /THAT/ BAD WHEN IT TURNED HORRIBLE. IT DIDNT HURT UNTIL THE VERY END. OH MY GOD. I NEED A HUG. AND MAYBE SOME WATER. BC THERE IS TOO MUCH COMING OUT OF MY EYES FOR MY LIKING. THIS ISNT UST GENERAL SADNESS OR DISTRESS. THIS IS ME BEING GROSS W UGLY CRYING. WHY.

[kidsoftherevolution]

Pizza, laughter and sex?

I'm yours, you had me at pizza.

[nkell1]

I've never been this worried yet Darlin', this is my promise. this is my vow.

I will not fail you this time. I want you to know, when turbulence comes. I'll grasp hold of you, for you are the wings that keep me from the fall while God gives me the power to grasp tight and together we climb this wall. I now know what I want, you. I refuse to fuck this up. I love you, I love you, I love you

[trainsp-tting]

When I was in middle school, I love math more than anything in the world. One day I went to an amusement park with my mom and while waiting in line for a ride, I was reciting how much of the estimation of pi I could remember. When I couldn't remember anymore, the guy behind continued it for like 5 minutes. I thought I had met soul mate.

Now I'm in a math class two grades ahead of my own and I try and think of ways I can kill myself in class with a calculator.

I think the guy behind me in line was Satan.

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