I'm a whackjob of a self-made writer with a soft spot for kids, dogs, and cold pizza. I have more caffeine in my veins than I have anything else. I like deep, thought-provoking conversation, and I do my best writing-- and thinking-- by candle-light.
Is enough for bullshit Tumblr posts.
Time for a beer and bed.
We’d have played catch and all that, and I’d have made sure you knew that you could tell me anything.
Come back, okay?
I wish you people would really understand me, you fucking idiots.
Maybe one day, I can show you what a real monster looks like. Then you’ll fucking get it. Then you’ll finally understand what it’s like for me, just waking up in the morning.
I miss you, and I never even got to meet you.
"oh, it’s because we have nothing to hide from each other!"
1) If that were really and truly the case, I doubt you’d feel the need to make some kind of “statement” to the contrary
2) That’s all well and good, but what if one of your friends— *your* friends, not your significant other’s friends— wants to talk to *you*? God forbid it’s about something personal. I love my fiancee, but we both have our own friends, as well as the ones we share. I don’t need to know everything she talks about with Katie, do I? No.
So fucking obnoxious. Sometimes the only reason I don’t unfriend those people who do that is I’m not willing to put up with the ensuing drama.