I picked joining Tumblr and staying active on here because:
- I’m not attractive enough to be a Youtuber
- Not popular enough for twitter
- Facebook is dumb
my friends’ art is really good and they’re constantly improving and im here like
humans are so cute, when we say goodbye we put our arms around each other and to show we love someone we bring them flowers. we say hello by holding each other’s hand, and sometimes tiny little dewdrops form in our eyes. for pleasure we listen to arrangements of sounds, press our lips together, smoke dried leaves, get drunk off of old fruit. we’re all just little animals, falling in love and having breakfast beneath billions of stars
this is my favorite post
this one time I ran a red light on mistake and I didn’t notice it was red until it was too late so I just ran the light screeching like an angry pterodactyl the entire time
a cop was at the intersection so he pulled me over and when he came up to my window he was wheezing cause he was laughing so hard and he said
"ok so i know you ran a red light and that’s really bad and you should never do it again but i’m not gonna give you a ticket cause that was the funniest thing i’ve ever seen and my partner can’t get out of the car cause he’s laughing so hard he’s about to pee himself"
i forgot that i’d had my window open when i ran the red light and the cop told me that all he heard from my car was this really high-pitched “screeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEAAAHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”
and that’s how i got out of getting a ticket for running a red light
It’s August when I meet you for the first time
You are all wide eyes and awkward silences
People distinguish you by your year in school
It’s October and your conversations brighten my days
You are literally the only person I feel gets my humor
It’s May and this year has gone by too quickly
I welcome it: halfway through high school
It’s December and you wish me a Merry Christmas
I light brighter than the tree my family sits beside.
It’s March and I’m wondering why I’m always mad
Why it feels like I’m stuck in a loop of disappointments
I blame it on the weather.
It’s April and when I stare at you across the band room, my insides get knotted
Your eyes dark like coffee on a warm summer morning
And I wonder what it would be like to hold a guy like you
It’s June and you’re talking me down from another ledge
Scissors in hand, phone in the other.
And you beg me to stay.
It’s July and we are texting every day
His hands press to my wrists when he sees
I drop my phone
Your name the last sight before the screen goes black.
It’s October again. Senior year.
I listen to you describe your crush and wonder why I ache
Let the leaves crackle beneath my feet as my heart feels under the soles of your shoes
I urge you on. You deserve her. Blonde waves, blue eyes. Feminine. Soft.
Not the fireball of a pissed off shell I became,
It’s December and she says “no”.
A mix of relief and hurt clouds my lungs
I’m baffled. How could someone say no to you?
You with the laughter that could fill a room
The smile that brought me out of Hell itself
The arms that feel like the home I’ve searched for all my life
And, god, if only I knew then…
It’s February and when I kiss him, I wonder what your mouth is like.
It’s April the rain shadows my tears
He’s hurt me again.
I run to you.
It’s May. I am going to miss you.
You are the half I’ve looked for forever, the one I thought I found in him
And when I see you on graduation day, I am shocked you are not beside me
How the years have separated two souls that should be one
I’ve searched for the answers in college textbooks
I’ve found none.
It’s June. One too many bruises. One too many names.
Too many arguments, button pressing, lying,
Too much cheating.
One step too far.
I’ve found my spine. It was here all along.
I leave him.
It’s July. You ask me out. I say no.
It’s August and I have a list compiled of all the reasons why:
I’m no good for you
I break everything I touch
I don’t deserve to be happy and your fingertips send electric currents through me
I haven’t been single since eighth grade
I’m not ready to make you happy when I can’t do it for myself
My chest feels like a broken, ceramic Aphrodite statue
He has ruined me.
He has ruined me.
It’s November and we have texted every day since August. His hands still haunt my dreams.
You fill my passenger seat for the first time and I take you to visit my uni
In hopes that you would join me
I’m now realizing that the separation I feel won’t be fixed with mere miles.
It’s May and you look like my future
I can’t help but kiss you then.
It’s August and you ask me out again.
You’re leaving for uni.
Distance is not my confidant
I say no.
It’s September and we haven’t spoken in a month.
It’s October and I miss you more than the grass stains on my childhood
I ask you out.
You say yes.
It’s January and I love you.
You’re all ruffled hair and sleepy eyes
Warm hands and swollen lips
I can’t take my fingers off of you.
You’re in every thought of every day and the weekends I see you I treasure the most.
You’re sunbeam afternoons and cloudy nights and I can take it all.
I would gladly take it all. From now until the end of my life.
It’s February and you are more than the moon.