That lightness and calm you feel after a simple and charming good time.
Baby, you were my picket fence, I miss missing you now and then…
Sometimes before it gets better, the darkness gets bigger
The person that you’d take a bullet for is behind the trigger
For you, I was a chapter. For me, you were the book.
Tom McNeal (via ra-teru)
Your book must have been fucking short and dull.
Being in love can’t fill up a book like living a life for being you’re own damn person, don’t forget those chapters but make sure to write others or you’ll always be a sulky idiot.
That very small thought when the preppy vaguely jocksish boy across the way stretch-flexes….
Crying into my oatmeal over Doctor Who.
I’ve been getting much too hot and bothered by cosplayers recently. Take it easy geek libido.
Today’s plan: Workout and then watch tons of TED Talks in bed.
My new client, for my part time autism related job, volunteers at the zoo cleaning cages and preparing food. I got to accompany him into the bowels of the zoo where the animals are kept at night and during winter and meet a humongous tortoise that follows you around just like a dog. I was allowed in his pen to scratch behind his ears. I heart my job.