I hate not knowing how your day went. Not knowing what you’re up to. Not knowing anything anymore.
It hurts not knowing you anymore.
I never wanted you to be a stranger. And that’s what this feels like.
And my heart is breaking all over again because of it.
I am really alone now. It didn’t feel like that before.
where is this!!?
A good chance it’s no where in real life. That’s computer rendered.
(Source: imgfave)
This movie was terrible.
Anonymous asked: You're alone because you are a loser.
Thank you.
If you have any other original, deep and profound ideas about my being single… By all means, message me some more. Clearly you don’t have anything else to do.
(Source: weheartit.com)
Virginia Aquarium Takes in Abandoned Otter Pup!
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This is at my Aquarium. My sister got married here. I should go by soon and get a peep!
By now, most Quentin Tarantino fans are aware of the connections interlaced throughout all of his films. John Travolta’s Vincent Vega in Pulp Fiction is the brother of Michael Madsen’s Vic Vega in Reservoir Dogs, Harvey Keitel’s Mr. White worked with Alabama from True Romance, the plot basis for Kill Bill is described as the synopsis for a TV series in Pulp Fiction, etc.
Now the epiphany that Eli Roth’s character of Donny Donowitz aka “The Bear Jew” in Inglourious Basterds is the father of the movie producer Lee Donowitz in True Romance has inspired a truly mind-blowing theory that the rest of the films (chronologically speaking) in Tarantino’s filmography take place in a world where [Inglorious Basterds spoiler] World War II came to an end when Adolf Hitler was brutally murdered in a movie theater by the Basterds.
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True.
(Don’t know the source, stole this from a friend on Facebook.)
About things in my life. Good and bad. Mostly bad.
But, of course I can only think of the bad in the darkness of my room at night. It has caused ridiculous anxiety. The kind that makes me hear my heart beat a million times a minute, I can even feel it beat against my chest, my palm resting over it.
What if I never get over her? What if she becomes my Ashley?
Ashley was my first out of the closet gf’s ex. My ex was not over her. This girl kept creeping back up. Not that that was the reason for our eventual demise as a couple, she made it very clear it was ME that was the problem. All of my faults were high lighted… Some rightfully so. The aftermath was dirty. And the dirt slung my way has stuck to my bones to this day.
But what if I can’t move on from this one? What if I can’t bring myself to ask the pretty salon coordinator out one day when I’m ready? What if I’m never ready?
Maybe I’ll miss my “one” because of this. I’m 32. Time is slipping away while slowly moving. I’m imagine it must feel like that while being stuck in quicksand. It takes forever to fully sink… But then when it fully takes you over you think how quickly those last moments went by.
I want a home with someone. A place I can build with someone. Where pictures of past vacations together cling to the walls. A place where she kicks her shoes off at the front door and there’s these tiny marks on the wall from it. Where we have our own spots in the medicine cabinet. Where we have our side of the bed but that line gets blurred at 3am with cuddles and sleepy conversation.
And, then I feel like maybe it is better this way. Maybe I’m not meant to be with someone for the rest of my life. At times I am okay with this thought. I’m free to come and go as I please. Free to do what I want when I want. Free to keep the ac at a freezing temperature because that’s how I like it. Free.
But free is just a word we tell ourselves to make us feel better at that moment.
Right now I’m free.
This is the life. He’s got his bear in his arms, a graham cracker as a part of his breakfast, and Fireman Sam on tv (his favorite show.)
Anonymous asked: Are you a top or a bottom?
This question is out of the blue.
A bit of a mix. Leaning towards top, though.