Not Quite Grown Up @toochrispy - Tumblr Blog

It's bizarre reading old tumblr posts now - feels like I'm reading the thoughts of an entirely different person.

Whatever happens, know that I love you fiercely. All this is for you.

Haiku on Life by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)

[A white fortune cookie paper with blue text. Front: You are a lover of words, someday you should write a book. Lucky Numbers 42, 12, 17, 33, 28, 21 Back: Post Office, Chinese text 邮 (yóu) 局 (jú)]

i've missed my tiny corner of the internet here on tumblr. time has flown. i feel older and different but somehow exactly the same.

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There is emptiness, and there’s you walking away. I would choose the first.

Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)

i miss the late night conversations. the type of talks where you drone on together endlessly over the radiowaves connected by a signal science can explain. and that human connection felt in your heartstrings. the connection that makes you feel the subtle buzz and flutter deep in your chest.

my feelings always come back to water, like the cliche of a wave falling against my skin. but it doesn’t crash or slap or knock me down. it creeps in slowly like a river in flood season after a drought. even though the riverbed is dry we still call it a river. because the memory is still there.

that velvety wave of nostalgia wrapped me up again tonight. the water creeped up to my ankles. i dipped a toe in expecting it to be shallow but instead i sank. i imagine all the things i would have done and should have said.

for now i’ll keep afloat on my back in the warm tepid water with my eyes closed, fingers combing through the water.

Tired

as per usual