holy fuck. it’s happening. I’m shutting down.
I just keep thinking about that first night, and the way he pulled me back inside when I tried to leave without a kiss
there was such a force in his arm and a passion in his lips, and the sincerity in his smile afterward made my heart climb into my throat to choke me
I just wish I could see into his head so I could understand why that feeling is not important anymore
this blog is about to do one of two things
or become a place for me to be really depressed (at least for a little while)
I’m sorry for both in advance.
I didn’t think I’d feel so bad if it didn’t work so now it’s fuckin me up that it feels worse than anything else imaginable
Imagine if megalodon sharks were around today
cool it down, cool it down, wait a minute
say you hafta go but yesterday your heart was in it, my love
it’s actually kind of weird that that moiraine picture is getting a bunch of notes again because I literally just started rereading the wheel of time as it started picking back up
I feel like the source has something to do with this