i met you when my self-hatred raged like waves and i was working a shitty job
you hid my madness behind the passion i harbored for you, my saving lighthouse
you muted the waves and their angry presence to provide the tranquility i never knew
silence was lonely even with you and i filled quiet spaces with the frivolous movement of a pen
each and every mark was about you, how you saved me from myself
but the hatred came flooding back when you left and you took the shore with you
so now the waves never crash and instead roar beside each other with eternal disdain
and i’m still working that shitty fucking job
I’m so sick of people thinking they can just waltz into my room when I’m obviously listening to music in 4/4.
I just wanted to reblog this again because I find it inordinately funny.
I think the weirdest thing is that the person you’re going to marry and spend the rest of your life together with is currently walking the earth, living their own life, going to school or going to work or whatever, doing all these things and making all these memories that you’ll get to hear about from them years from now.
because you get to know people, not by how they look… but by what they like.
This is the best thing I’ve read.
basically tumblr is like our father and we’re all his children and he is about to get married to yahoo who is a massive bitch and will probably ruin our lives and we’re like no dad stop and we’re all crying very loudly because we dont want yahoo to be our new mum because she is a monster who will probably kill dad when he becomes useless and take all his money that he left to us the bottOM LINE IS NO PLS DONT SELL TUMBLR DAVID KARP NOOOO DONt do It