do you remember the first time you were called annoying?
how your breath stopped short in your chest
the way the light drained from your eyes, though you knew your cheeks were ablaze
the way your throat tightened as you tried to form an argument that got lost on your tongue.
your eyes never left the floor that day.
you were 13.
you’re 20 now, and i still see the light fade from your eyes when you talk about your interests for “too long,”
apologies littering every other sentence,
words trailing off a cliff you haven’t jumped from in 7 years.
i could listen to you forever, though i know speaking for more than 3 uninterrupted minutes makes you anxious.
all i want you to know is that you deserve to be heard
for 3 minutes
for 10 minutes
for 2 hours
there will be people who cannot handle your grace, your beauty, your wisdom, your heart;
mostly because they can’t handle their own.
but you will never be
and have never been
Life is unfair. You put someone first who puts you second. You study your ass off for a final only to get a C. You give 110% to someone in a relationship who only gives 40%. You’re there for a best friend at 3:00am and the next day they don’t pick up their phone. It seems like you’re giving everyone everything, and they’re just walking away with it.
But that’s life. Someday you’ll be walking down the street and you find twenty bucks. Your friends throw a surprise party. You find something you love. Life is hard. It’s unpredictable. But while yesterday you feel like the doormat, tomorrow you will be the idol everyone loves.
Unknown (via perfect)
cherry-blossom-highway I am very unsure of why I thought of you at this moment
i can’t answer that.
i wanna know the story behind this
these started off cute and sweet and got progressively worse and worse
The biggest debate our generation faces: What colour is Patrick Stump’s hair?
must be into some fucked up shit.
Why do the movies never show us this Spider-Man?
love of my heart
you’re so cute when you refuse to swear on television on SR&R songs
“To my grandchildren, Broderick, Diederik, Rosalind and David Strider, I bequeath my business and all that remains in all of my accounts, because the little homies need money to stay fly.”
“You’re shitting me.”
“Er. Mr. Strider, this is exactly what your grandfather wrote.”
reblogging from myself—read my thing~
I’m making different voices to try and confuse Greg’s dog(he’s out of town, and I’m watching his dog). Either his dog is too smart for that, or I’m really bad at impersonations.
Why aren’t we all skyping anymore? Is it cause…
Lover, I was talking about Greg
this is gay
So I can show this to my parents right?
Hell yes you can. And then you can wink and do finger pistols and olly on out of there. They’ll think it’s a dream.