i got a new tattoo
“music is not specific. it is beautifully transcendental, possesses universally accessible qualities and as long as you’re equipped with ears and that proverbial heart, you can feel it”
AW, G IS SO CUTE
(Source: lettersforjuliet)
i feel like punching a cat in the teeth. can people stop making shit up about me now?
do i want a medusa piercing? like the tiniest little ball ever? or like a gem? IDK. would i look like a queer? SOMEONE, ANYONE, OPINIONS.
you have a girlfriend now. when you said you weren’t feeling the whole girlfriend thing, you meant you weren’t feeling me. well, you felt me. up and down. you just weren’t feeling me while you felt me. but i’m happy for you. i want to celebrate love. let’s throw a party; i’ll invite some punching gloves, you invite your face. i’m kidding. invite your balls. kidding again. you weren’t meant for me, no? good things come to those who wait, no? i deserve someone who feels feeling me, no? who appreciates being felt by me most of all? without touching? who enjoys silence? and the way my nose wrinkles when i’m choosing my words? who doesn’t mind the occasional prickly leg? or morning breath? or chick flick marathon? who finds my mess endearing? i deserve someone like that, right? so i wait, right? and watch as all the ones i want, want others, yes? and feel hopeful as he feels her? and he feels her? and he feels her? and he feels a few hers? and i feel. like shit. every time. i don’t think i want to deserve someone like that. anymore.