Sorry to break it to you, kidd, but you have the wrong person. The one ex I have never gave a flying fuck about me and if she honestly ever told me that time is what separated us, I would feel obligated to rip off one of her nipples, maybe both.
I was slightly avoiding Jason Mraz tbh. I really enjoyed that concert. It was like it was just you and I there. And I don’t think there was anyone happier than me to hear him play Plane. But anyway.
Transitioning back to paper and pen is going to be interesting. Even though Tumblr has helped me, it has also hindered me just as much, if not more. Unfortunately, I do not have the strength to delete my Tumblr; there’s just too much of me in here.
And get yourself dressed instead
Of running around
And pulling on your threads
And breaking yourself up
Although I know that you no longer keep up with me, it isn’t fair that you have that ability. I don’t. So I’ll be keeping this here. But I am no longer going to be active. I hope.
It’ll save me some data usage.
Hold your own
Know your name
Go your own way
This will be good for me. Especially once I get all my materials back in a few months. For now, the basics will do. Until I cave and buy new ones. o.o that’s okay.
At the risk of giving more than necessary, I guess I’ll just end this here.
Holy fuck me. That cream.
Between what is said and not meant
And what is meant and not said
Most of love is lost
بين منطوق لم يقصد
و مقصود لم ينطق
تضيع الكثير من المحبة
Khalil Gibran (via bhagyawati)
El secreto de sus ojos. on We Heart It. http://weheartit.com/entry/39163914/via/vanessapereiraferreira