#well dude

[sokayisaidiot]

TommyInnit? More like Tommy De Angelo

The next location we see Tommy walking around is probably Tartarus in the end and talking with Bob

As a big PJ/HOO Fan, I know what I talk about, okay?

[tipzyness]

Just saw Regular Show's yaoi on my twt feed. That's it. I'm logging out for another month

[bramlouisgreenfeld]

6:31 // shes the love of my life and I accidentally told my dad I'm gonna marry her someday and he didn't flip out (bc I'm not allowed to date and he rly don't kno about her and I) he actually CRIED AND HUGGED ME he said he's proud of his son????? me???? where this come from??? oh my god what do.

DUDE THAT’S REALLY CUTE ok i’m so happy for u?? i’m glad your dad’s supportive and i’m glad you’re in a lovely relationship and i hope it all goes so, so well for you<3

tell me what time it is and what you’re thinking about

[iamletting-youknow-blog]

You've been growing further away from us now.

If you think about it too much, we're pieces of dying flesh.

If you don't think about it enough, we're outfits and hairdos.

And if you take it as you see it, I'm just a strung out chick eating popcorn and drinking tea at two am.

I never meant to make this about me, but I always somehow twirl your happenings and their sadness into stories about the condition of my heart. There are vigils on my door step filled with holy people chanting holy things but never saying anything. Tears fall gracefully out of the corners of eyes and knees knock together with the cold chill masterfully intertwined with the August melancholia. 

Centering things around myself. I suppose that's one task at which I excel. 

Conclusions are definitely the most appropriate times for reflection. Upon the ending itself, yes, but upon the current state of the union of your bones as well.

My bones speak in tongues and ache from parties I never attended in places I never intended to be. If my life was an experiment, no hypothesis I can conjure fits the data I've collected. If I have all the cards, I simply cannot remember the rules of the game we were playing. If this is a left behind key in a jar, it was forgotten for a reason; left to lay with dignity until we can figure something else out.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do now. While waiting in limbo for the remaining 26 days, do I cocoon into old habits and worn-out revelations or strive for something when I don't know who I'm supposed to be?

I'm not much worried about being alone as I am fearful of becoming a liar.