HOW CUTE IS HE!??!!?
some people are (steve for you) are f’in assholes. when you’re asleep and you’re awake. when you’re trying and when you give up. and some people are Annabelle Pasic. and they have perspective :) and they are beautiful and have insight and stop you in the middle of leaving a heartfelt message to give you even more sweet and smart advice in all aspects of life. stop you to not even leave it but give more :). so blessed to have belly there for me. all of my heart!
"love is like a feeling you have for someone you have feelings about…i dont know there’s a lot of ways to explain it…"
my roommate is just starring at me like im a total freak. rightfully so. This week is one of high stress. So many papers. So much work. I’m drowning in it.
So FORGIVE ME if after a completely sleepless night trying to finish my term paper and then accidentally over napping (the world’s most stressful thing) i begin to SOB uncontrollably when I find out the one constant in my life right now is dead.
You guys. Rose Tyler and the Doctor can never be together again and he didn’t even say I love you. He felt/meant/was going to but the rift between the parallel universes closed and honestly few things in recent weeks have been more devastating to me. I’m weeping as I type this. They were partners in crime. They love each other. and it’ll never be again. and I want to keep watching the series but I CANT MOVE ON. not yet. this is the worst. this is the worst. I’m going to bed. it’s 7 and I’m going to bed. because I can’t handle this. He was crying…and they never even kissed as David Tennant, only Christopher Eccelston. but they just LOVE EACH OTHER SO MUCH. I’m hurt. Miss you forever Doctor and Rose Tyler. I’m gonna go continue to cry.
my sister is LITERALLY my favorite and most revered person on planet earth. She knows exactly what to say when I’m upset. And when I’m not. whatever. She’s just perfect. #overit #loveyou #youremyonly
because i love them.
$20 bet. #worthit
I want to say you whispered sweetly
like a child, tender and coy
but, not all children are tender and neither all of them coy
You whispered like the boy three desks away
who picked his nose, wiped it on girls
and declared himself to be humorous.
Your whisper was wet and loud
negating the secrecy of the act
and had you done this another time—
but, I’m pretty lucky that you whispered
"I love you"
and I happen to Love you too.