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Today I was asked to define perfection.
My thoughts inevitably shot to your smile,
To the way your eyes sharpen when you see something you covet,
To every freckle and bump in your skin,
To your laugh,
To what it must be to hold you.
My reply was that I could not define perfection,
Because the questioner was yet to meet you.
And so they could never understand.
I lost my fucking shit when I saw this!
"You don’t need two people to plat with an ATARI… Or even two eyes"
WHAT THE SHIT?!
She fell over with that face the moment I started rubbing her belly
Belly scratches are heaven to a pig.
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I had a dream you took me to the lake,
to submerge ourselves in the waters of composure,
and lay on the shore,
basking in benevolence.
Weeks then passed,
until my inevitable departure.
Reaching over the bank to give farewell,
composure turned to betrayal and chaos,
as it tore you down,
and engulfed you.
Panic and action is all there was,
The water had nearly frozen from the chaos,
you seemed lifeless as you were dragged out,
and life was brought to you through desperation.
And through a sense of guilt and concern,
I stayed a little while longer.
I found the fire in your soul,
Through your history,
and the way you react to the world around,
We lay once more on the shore of benevolence,
and watched as it slowly became one of companionship.
When I left I was sad, because I doubt you will be the same in this world, even though I know you exist.
…Are you real?
Mike opened his eyes, looked at his calendar on his phone and sighed with pre-emptive disappointment. Father’s Day, Mike hated father’s day, and his birthday, and Christmas. All these days were just more reminders of his family hated him, ignored him, and pretended he wasn’t there.
Annual fathers day re blog
back scrolling while watch firefly, and this came up at the exact moment it came on the tv. more proof firefly is just perfection!
ever wish u could just
What jerk made this
it was me
expressing my personal feelings about my body
i’ll make sure not to do that next time
My mirror looks just like that One!
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I guess with the right amount of longing for distraction and the perfect combination of melody and lyrics my mind wanders until I have somewhat of a personal epiphany.
I hate that my stupid smug friend is right, but…
I realise I’m not just interested in you,
I’m invested in you.
The smile on my face when I see you’re where I am has extended beyond relief of being able to have intelligent conversation.
I find myself silenced when around you, if you can believe that.
Too busy hanging off your every word to even think of anything to say, and I daren’t interrupt you, even if I could.
through my realisation I also see that you are on some sort of pedestal in my mind,
which ruins any shot I had, if any.I guess I’ll settle for the fact you know I exist, and don’t despise me.
For what choice do I have.
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