My heart has been trembling like an 8.9 magnitude earthquake, since the day your heart and soul decided to run away from me.
I’ve attempted to make it stop but a natural disaster cannot be controlled with the remorseful thoughts I dedicate to my human self.
I’ve been surviving with a natural disaster beneath my chest, I swear my ribcage is about to turn into ashes.
My brain is not functioning properly, I guess all the signals are bouncing from place to place incorrectly.
I remember my teacher told me pain is good because it can be an outlet for survival at times. For instance, if you’re getting electrocuted you know to pull away, or to scream from the top of your lungs. I’ve concluded that I must be a prisoner to pain and it’s my guilty pleasure.
I thought earthquakes were only constructed because of energy released from the earth’s crust. I thought earthquakes only occurred on earth. But it seems like your heart being released from mine created an earthquake in mine. Now, I know a rough departure is capable of leaving Inevitable earthquakes inside my human body.
I’ll try to murder my emotions and stay miles away from humans I don’t want the magnitude to increase.
Snapchat conversations are hard because eventually you just run out of selfie poses so you end up taking pictures of the couch or something
Or non anons, whatever lifts your skirt
the thing about the fault in our stars trailer is that when augustus’ dialogue from the book is actually said out loud by an actual person you begin to realize that he sounds like a complete douchelord
I’m a little freaked out
if you can watch this entire video straight through you have the most iron fucking will on the actual planet, in the actual universe. you have gigantic balls of steel. i would not fuck with you. you could come in my house and slap my mom and take my cats and i would just let you. if you can watch all of this you scare the shit out of me
If you could go anywhere in the world right now would it be to a “where” or to a “who”?
I was not prepared for this question