Me running away from responsibility.
Getting pulled into a fandom.
he better watch out for the ball washer
HOW DO WE EVEN HAVE A GIF FOR THAT!
BECAUSE ITS A SUPERNATURAL REFERENCE
One of the most beautiful nights of my life occurred at the end of June, the summer before my junior year of high school. I was in Paris; I was under the Eiffel Tower. It was nearly midnight. I looked above me, to the beautiful, utterly colossal structure stretching itself above me into the night sky. The lights were on and twinkling in this warm Parisian night. And I knew. I knew why artists and poets and writers flocked to this city when they felt her calling. I knew what it was like to be completely awestruck by a place and to want to just lay down on the street or sit somewhere and let you mind go. Let your mind completely go. To feel such creativity and magic and timelessness in your soul. To be naked. To bear that part of you to someone else. That is what true writing and creating is.
I’ve never spoken to someone at such length before whose mere words could reduce me to a smiling mess. I thought I had known how it feels to know another’s soul, but never had I met a man who so closely mirrors the most passionate parts of me. Sometimes, after reading your messages (which are essentially letters) I sit on my bed with a ridiculous smile on my face, that if anyone would see me and ask why, I wouldn’t know how to respond. It just is.
All this mail made my day, especially this awesome card ;) @elizrhoads #100happydays
Where the sea meets the sky #100happydays
I love stained glass windows #100happydays
I just want to write. Let me bleed onto the page and never ask me to stop. Sometimes, I will have to stop because the words will cease coming, but other times, my hands cannot keep up with my thoughts
You entered the night of my life like a comet flaming across the dark sky. I didn’t know there could be someone like you; I thought you were only a stereotype I read about in books or saw on television. You seem too good to be true and I feel like the journey I have been on through my life has ended. I had an ideal once, and it would have been you, but reality slowly sunk it’s harsh claws into me and told me dreaming for a person like you was wrong and wouldn’t happened. So I settled. I settled for the boys who loved me well enough, but not passionately, or endlessy, or with their entire soul. I settled for boys who didn’t love me, but who had a bit of a spark. Not the spark that sets a soul on fire and never quite goes out, but a spark that on a Friday night, I didn’t mind ending up in their room. I am not sure exactly where I stand with you, but right now that is fine. You haven’t promised me anything like your undying love, but I see the way you write. The day you do that, if you do, will start a love affair that this world has only seen rare times. And my night sky will burst into the full color of a fantastic, colorful, stretching-over-the-endless-sea sunrise. And really, that’s all I wanted from this life.
So getting these back made my day yesterday #100happydays
Finally finishing it! #breakingbad #100happydays
So hip =) #princestreetcafe #ijustwanttowrite #100happydays