I looked around the bus today and realized we were a pretty good looking group, as public bus users go. I was thinking “Hey everyone, let’s just stay on this bus and see where this crazy thing goes.” but then I was just the weird lady laughing to herself on the bus and they probably wouldn’t have invited me anyway.
it’s a hard-knock life
shut up I love you.
damn robot tag is filled with Pacific Rim. nothing against PR I just want regular robots
waking up to your gentle slow smile and insistent warm arms makes the thunderstorm outside irrelevant.
you clasp me to you and you whisper to me that my very identity makes you want me more. I can feel the truth of it in your hands. we are a smile, slow and deliberate or easy-quick or mischief incarnate. I love you. I love you. this is what I hear when I walk: I love you I love you I love you. my footsteps are quicker when they bring me to you.
when I struggle to stay afloat, you are there; and when I have wounded you, still you are there. always. my rock. my superhero. my necessary illumination.
I love you. I love you.
I love you.
One of my philosophy professors lectured wildly about love once, yelling: “When you’re in love with someone, that person is the lighthouse of your universe.” (I scrawled it inside Science and Poetry in pencil—lighthouse of your universe—as if I would ever forget that phrase.) He was a delightful caricature of his position. I could swear he literally tore his hair out while howling at us. He went on, “Nothing means as much without that person.” One of the men in the class repeated, incredulous, half-laughing, “So you’re saying you can’t enjoy, like, a vacation, without someone if you’re really in love with them?” “Of course not.” the professor replied. “Not completely. You recognize beauty, but beauty means less if they don’t witness it with you. Beauty is less. You see something sublime and your first thought is that they should be there with you. It’s not as good without them. They illuminate. They make everything more.
(via albinwonderland)
I broke my iPhone
and D gave me bourbon because he’s going away.
*sobbing*
not a good day.
Idk my relationship with my siblings is always either “yo I’ll help you hide the body” or “do not even breathe in my direction” there is no in between.