To be honest, I have a lot of thoughts, but my computer died and having to text them is too time consuming. It seems as if this is one of those periods of time which holds no real value. My sanity saviour doesn’t appear to be roaming around and I’m not going to try and find them. The sooner I sleep, the sooner today will be over. Nothing to say, there’s quite a bit of negativity around me and I’m scared to lose something that’s come to mean a lot to me, even though it’s not mine; heh, I hate that phrase. How can you lose something that’s not yours?
It’s getting colder. I hate the cold. At least anger isn’t a profound emotion for now, I must just be tired. Tired of the arguing, tired of bad habits, tired of watching everyone pass me whilst my world implodes - tired of waiting for just the right moment at just the right time with the risk of it all coming to a sudden halt; system failure.
It’ll all be over soon, the suffering in silence and then I’ll scream, scream the words I’ve always wanted to say - whether or not I say them in the past or present tense…that’s the difference. The very blood inside of me boils with anticipation and hope, as it’s pumped from my loving heart. Settle down, settle down, sleep time has come - sleep, where dreams rule your mind; how nice.
Most kids on this website don’t even know what this is
That’s a coffee table
Ahhhhhhahahaha I love this sooooo much! Oh gosh do you remember when you were required to buy them for school but never actually fucking used them, I seriously never once used them! I probably have unused ones in a pencil box somewhere in my moms shed.
Remember having to take an actual keyboarding class? And do powerpoint presentations?
I literally gave my parents a 20 point slideshow presentation to get an allowance once.
OH MY FUCKING GOD DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU JUST FUCKING SAID? DO YOU REALIZE HOW AMAZING THAT PUN WAS? THATS THE SPIRIT???!?!?! THAT IS THE FUCKING SPIRIT YOU DICKSUCKING FUCKBUCKET THAT IS THE FUCKING SPIRIT.THAT IS ALCOHOL. NAY, NOT SIMPLY ALCOHOL. IT IS A SPIRIT. YOU ARE LITERALLY LOOKING AT THE BOTTLE OF BOOZE HE IS DRINKING, AND YOU ARE POINTING OUT THATS THE SPIRIT WHILE SIMULTANEOUSLY APPLAUDING HIM FOR DRINKING DURING GRADUATION BY SAYING THATS THE SPIRIT. YOU MY GOOD SIR HAVE SUCCEEDED TODAY. YOU HAVE SUCCEEDED IN MAKING ME PHYSICALLY BOW TOWARDS YOUR GREATNESS.
THATS THE SPIRIT.
THAT IS THE FUCKING SPIRIT.
That is the best reaction to a pun I have ever seen
I HVAE BEEN WITING FOR THIS GIF SET FOR NINE YEARS
I think people really underestimate what this means to Edna, though. She designed /all/ those costumes, and is painfully aware that those heroes died because of it. When she says ‘I never look back, darling’, she means it: if she focuses on the people who her designs killed, it would cripple her ability to move on.
An escape with her would be wonderful. At this particular moment in time I just want to get out. I already know nurturing this collection of feelings is hopeless. Still I dare to dream, that your playful ways aren’t just playful. But with the negativity around me, the realisation of failure to come is worse; prevalent over the little positivity I have.
Even still I don’t care, so selfish my heart is; you’re not listening to the mind that’s spent the time to analyse everything. I don’t blame you; you’re designed to feel not to think and boy does she make you feel.
There are other people, but my vision appears to be blurred by the light reflecting off the golden grass growing out of a walking library. So I quell harder and leave just enough of emotion to let my lips illustrate a constant smile.
Times like these are annoying, that I would think of jeopardizing everything for an impatient moment of overwhelming feeling - so I express through texts. Every inch of my body mouths the words that I know can’t be true. I tell everything to shut up. They’re acting like we haven’t played this game before. So quickly the trials and tribulations experienced have been forgotten. But something deep inside of me remembers, so I wait for just the right moment to jump off a cliff with the depths shrouded by clouds of unknown. There may be spikes below and I might die (inside), but perhaps you’ll catch me and we’ll be each other’s. The preparation helps but the anticipation hinders.
I hold my hand out in the hope you’ll take it - in it lays my heart. Should you bat my hand away, I can throw my box of feelings into the fire and where they can burn, but finally rest.
Soon, I suspect, my waiting will come to an end. Your lips will tell me how the story ends, in more ways than one…no more games, no more fake smiles and no more uncertainty on the ground I’m standing on. Just me, you and “all the time in the world”. Nothing before matters and everything after…well I’ll just have to wait and see…
this is probably the only sex gif i will every reblog, because for some reason i feel like it’s more than just sex. i don’t know if it’s how they’re actually looking at one another or the way they can’t get close enough. he’s actually looking at her like a person and not just a sex object.
but then again, it could be all in my head. i mean, this is how i would want it to be. but that’s just me.
The way his hand goes down her body… Omg
I agree this is really beautiful and way more than just sex