I don’t need someone to complete me, I need someone to make things a little bit...– Jon Richardson
Messages I will never send, Pt 4
I’ve had a rough couple of days with unpleasant things happening, and there’s nothing I wanna do more than curl up in your arms and tell you about it. Tell you how it makes me feel when everywhere I look I only see enemies, even though a tiny, helpless, exhausted voice whispers somewhere in the back of my head, trying (and failing) to tell me it’s not true. I’d want you...
Alrighty. Deep breaths. Ich bin ein Gänseblümchen. People are good. People are nice. Just not all of them. Some are creepy stalkers. At least I identified her now. Breeeeeaaaathe.
Dear Anon (yes, R., this is about you): leave me alone. I know who you are and I find it embarrassing that you feel the need to stalk me and send me anonymous messages because you wanted me to “know you care”, but not to know who you are. Guess what: attention and “friendly” messages from a creep aren’t a positive thing at all, and they certainly don’t make me...
lets-go-lesbos: people who say all water tastes the same are full of shit.
Ugh my whole body is completely sensitive to the touch right now - meaning my skin feels really sore, to the point where clothes feel uncomfortable and washing my hands hurts (!). Usually means I have a bad cold coming, but idk. No sore throat or nuffin. I just feel incredibly miserable and want someone to (carefully) hug me and spoil me. Or at least have some kind words.
Rewatching Eurovision, because I missed it last night because wedding, and OMG CAN THE AUDIENCE PLEASE NOT CLAP IF THEY CAN’T GET THE FRIGGIN RHYTHM (or speed) RIGHT?!
In a sense, I’m the one who ruined me: I did it myself.– Haruki Murakami, 1Q84
geeksotospeak: 99 percent of the times i see a cat, i have to drop whatever the hell i’m doing and acknowledge that there’s a cat and say hi to the cat and walk up to the cat and try to pet the cat
goddammitfenton: if you ever feel bad about yourself, just remember this one time in my english class, we were writing horror stories and one of the girls wrote “it was friday the 13th, the night before halloween” for her opening sentence
wilwheaton: I really hope Yahoo doesn’t fuck up Tumblr like it’s fucked up … well, every single thing it’s ever touched in the history of the universe.
yourendorphine: homophobic participating countries who didn’t show the gay kiss on eurovision must pay a fine because eurovision must be shown from beginning to end without cutting anything out and they are banned from eurovision for the next three years i am crying right now i love you europe
Have just come back from seeing Star Trek. Am now convinced Benedict Cumberbatch is made entirely out of sex. (With an extra dose of adorkableness, but you can’t exactly see any of that in that film…)
Okay, I reeeeeaaally don’t like German redditors. At least not the ones I’ve come across so far. … I won’t give up hope.
ronweasley: I (h)ate everything, a novel by me.
i get really uncomfortable when people don’t maximize their browser window
text-pistol: Have you ever just looked at someone and thought, “I really love you”. They’re just talking or humming or watching a movie or reading a book or laughing or something, and there’s something about them in that moment—their body is alive, there’s a light in their eyes, something—that makes you think, “I just really love you.” It’s a weird sensation to think this, but it’s pretty...