April 2012
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"This summer's going to be amazing",
I said, around this time last year.
Right before a very mediocre, lackluster summer.
I’d say it again, but i fear the same result.
nancycatmewmew asked: I miss you. I don't want to work on my paper. I miss you. I just want to nuzzle you and kiss you and squeeze you ... and I miss you. *cries*
Anonymous asked: How many tattoos do you have? And what are they? Pictures would be awesome!
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tumblr gets us mixed up sometimes...
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i am, for some reason, extraordinarily excited to pick up Nancy from class tonight. we don’t have any plans or anything, there’s nothing i’m looking forward to be doing, i’m just excited to see her!
and its not even like its been so long since ive seen her, i just saw her the other night, but i’m just excited to be able to see her again!
am i weird?
4.19 PM: "I'll just have a couple oreos."
4.25 PM: "It's strange how 20 oreos could just disappear like that."
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Tumblr, be more interesting when im on my lunch break.
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deja vu
a couple years ago i scored a couple tickets to a sox game up at fenway. i asked a few friends of mine and, to my surprise, got consistently shut down.
how could no one want a free ticket to fenway?
i ended up talking my buddy ben (who wasnt even into baseball or sports in general) into joining me. but it was so hard just to find someone to take that ticket! for free!
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tonight, i just...
spillbloodnotwhiskey asked: If you were at providence place mall yesterday, then I was definitely creepily following you with my boyfriend, letting him know that I knew you but was too far behind you to say hi without looking like a stalker. I felt this was sufficiently awkward enough! hahah
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Mahna, Mahna (Cover) - by Cake
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Anonymous asked: what do you like most about your relationship with nancy?
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human beings
why must you sully the name of the best characters in comics, games, and movies by drawing and writing homosexual fan fiction?
i don’t like looking through the green lantern tag here on tumblr to find a crappy drawing of hal jordan making out with the flash.
nor do i like searching the thor tag to find crappy drawings of loki getting buttfucked by thor.
this also goes for...
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My Etsy Shop! →
aliciamasse:
HEY EVERYONE,
I’m now going to begin throwing myself at you so you may see and perhaps purchase some of my photos! Look at my Etsy page! All the photos listed come in 6x9, 8x11 or 11x17, if you’re interested in one a different size than what’s listed just ask me and I’ll make it so.
Thanks in advance for being super cool about this.
Help a sister out and reblog!
:)
Help a my...
i just wish i knew the right combination of syllables, vowels, consonants, pauses, and sentence structure to make all the torment and sadness go away.
but words were never my thing.
i feel helpless.
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Pearl of the Stars by Coheed and Cambria
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nancycatmewmew asked: Thank you for making my days brighter. <3
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chris, don’t be the guy that crawls into bed at 3am thinking “i should have gone for a run”.
you’ve been sitting there thinking about it for 2 hours now.
just fucking do it!
sorry, just talking to myself.
nancycatmewmew asked: HI. I MISS YOU.
Sean: Thought about what you said to me the other day. About my painting.
Will: Oh
Sean: Stayed up half the night thinking about it. Something occurred to me. I fell into a deep, peaceful sleep and haven't thought about you since. You know what occurred to me?
Will: No
Sean: You're just a kid. You don't have the faintest idea what you're talking about.
Will: Why, thank you.
Sean: It's all right. You've never been out of Boston.
Will: Nope
Sean: So if I asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny... on every art book ever written. Michelangelo? You know a lot about him. Life's work, political aspirations. Him and the pope. Sexual orientation. The whole works, right? I bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling. Seeing that. If I ask you about women, you'll probably give me a syllabus of your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman... and feel truly happy. You're a tough kid. I ask you about war, you'd probably ah throw Shakespeare at me, right? "Once more into the breach, dear friends." But you've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap... and watched him gasp his last breath lookin' to you for help. If I asked you about love, you'd probably quote me a sonnet, but you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes. Feelin' like God put an angel on Earth just for you, who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel, to have that love for her be there forever. Through anything. Through cancer. And you wouldn't know about sleepin' sittin' up in a hospital room... for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes... that the terms "visiting hours" don't apply to you. You don't know about real loss, 'cause that only occurs when you love something more than you love yourself. I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much. I look at you. I don't see an intelligent, confident man. I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you're a genius, Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine. You ripped my fuckin' life apart. You're an orphan, right? Do you think that I'd know the first thing about how hard your life has been - how you feel, who you are - because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally, I don't give a shit about all that, because - You know what? I can't learn anything from you... I can't read in some fuckin' book. Unless you wanna talk about you, who you are. And I'm fascinated. I'm in. But you don't wanna do that, do you sport? You're terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief.
