thursday needs a meme, here’s my attempt to contribute. it’s thursday and i’m here to help. thanks
it’s thursday today but it’s cold outside, so here’s an update on my attempt at a thursday meme. it’s thursday and it’s cold but i’m still here to help. thanks
it’s 2015 now and thursday still needs a meme, here’s another attempt to contribute. it’s thursday and it’s a new year and as always i’m here to help. thanks
spring has sprung but thursday still needs a meme, so here’s another attempt to contribute. it’s springtime this thursday, and even as the seasons change i’m here to help. thanks
it’s a summer thursday and thursday still needs a meme, so here’s one more attempt to contribute. it’s thursday and this summer i’m here to help. thanks
Her dedication must not go unrecognized
i can’t believe i found this again on a thursday lady your mission has been accomplished
I swear to god love is this weird inconceivable thing because I really wanted to kill stephen this morning because he was very loudly pressing every button on his video game controller and now he’s sleeping on the couch and I couldn’t help but cover him with a blanket and pick up his head to make sure he had a pillow…..maybe it’s not a love thing but a omg he’s being so quiet thing…..
I just stalked myself on tumblr looking at all my old text posts over the years and realized that I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love Stephen it’s like all the posts were sad and I wanted to be alone forever until I was with him like I couldn’t possibly imagine ever being happy and then all of the sudden you see this switch in personality, I’m trying to figure out how someone could possibly love me because everyone else just left and there’s just all these posts of the progression of our relationship and I still cant figure out how I could ever love him more, how anyone could ever complete me more, how I ever loved anyone else before him. It’s like I was drowning and he was this incredible breath of fresh air. And I think that’s what it feels like, I think that’s what love is supposed to make you feel like. It’s not supposed to scare you or make you think you aren’t good enough it’s laying on the couch watching stupid videos and him touching your butt and telling you that you’re perfect. It’s all the stupid bickering about socks on the floor and laundry that one of you should have put away last week. But it should NEVER be wondering if you’re good enough this time, if you really make them happy. It’s already knowing that without being together you could probably survive but it would never be good enough to be alone or to be with anyone else when you could be with them. That’s what it should feel like.
Missing someone, like really missing someone, not like bad break up, shitty best friend kind of missing someone but the kind of missing someone where you’re never going to see them again because they can’t just come back from the dead kind of missing someone is very strange to me. And it doesn’t just affect how you feel about that one person it’s how you feel about everyone. It’s like all of the sudden you’re clingy and you need to tell everyone how much you love them because you’re convinced they’ll all die tomorrow, and you don’t want to be that annoying person who like obsesses over their friends/family/loved ones but how can you not when life feels so impermanent.
