so true friendship is stalking your friend’s page relentlessly.
and, if they do it in return - ur friend.
if not, i’d probably stop bc that might be stalking.
when my dad was in college he had a friend who told a girl he’d take her on a date unlike any other she’d ever been on and so he took her to the supermarket to watch the lobsters fighting in the lobster tank
they’re married now
"I was taught to grant death quickly, cleanly. To minimize suffering."
"Them..I let them linger."
hey tumblr how’s it goin, it’s been a while
took a bit of a break for a bit to get away from the computer and wound up playin’ some video games, so to get back into it i thought i’d take a crack at human versions of some of my favourite aliens
It’s always that feeling as if you’ve lost something.
lost something that’s obviously not about to be found.
You can send out search party after search party - but it’s lost.
you hope, you pray to a god you don’t even believe in that it’s not gone.
You already know the truth.
it was a partof you.
You dreaded it from day one, it’s why you’re so damn jaded.
You’ve done it once, couldn’t love a boy with jokes that made you smile. His own smile could like up New York City and maybe - just maybe - karma does exist. You couldn’t love a boy that would have given you the world.
And, now every time you even offer the world to another - you’re just aiming to get hurt.
You offer the world, they give a little bit of love and then it’s just lost.
Nothing hurts quite as much as watching it fade away.
Nothing hurts quite as much as someone you once thought was beautiful, possibly even perfect, is now someone you can’t even look at it.
That’s what truly is lost - the fact they made you such a good person.
You just can’t find it in yourself to compliment them, you can’t tell them they make your world go round, you can’t compliment the color of their eyes, any more because you haven’t actually looked into their eyes for quite some time now.
And, you know - you know - that if you somehow gained it back, you’d be on top of the world. You made something that’s now tainting your soul beautiful gain.
But, you’re hurt. They hurt you in many ways. For awhile there, you didn’t think you were perfect. They obviously didn’t want to spend time with you - what’s wrong with me?
Your hurt and you can’t even look at them.
You can only remember.
requested by anon