This is me when I get way too into an art project
I feel like a lot of people forget the ‘genius’ part of ‘genius billionaire playboy philanthropist’
so today it snowed for the first time this year and ive naturally been online all day and didnt know so i went to take out the garbage in bare feet and stepped in an inch snow and i just yelled "what the fUCK" and i just heard my neighbour in his backyard go “oh my god she’s outside”
This just had to fucking pop up on my dash, and it’s always fucking relevant so I have to reblog it.
Instantly crying at the sheer truth behind his image. This is so fucking beautiful.
And people wonder why I’m so fucking codependant.
This post explains it better than I ever could.
I feel like this is what goes on in Jacob’s head when I’m not around.
FUCKING THIS WHEN SHE’S NOT AROUND AND THE SECOND SHE HOLDS MY HAND OR EVEN LOOKS AT ME EVERYTHING IS JUST PERFECTLY OKAY. FUCK.
Me last week, thinking about her helped keep me calm
Clarence [noun] When Meg calls Castiel Clarence, she’s referring to the movie from 1946: ‘It’s a Wonderful Life” In which the angel Clarence shows George Bailey that his life is worth living.
If you don’t think that’s meaningful, then get out of my face.
If we were roommates, I have this strange feeling that I would not sleep in my bed as much as yours.
When I’m alone the world is the loudest noise. And my head won’t let me have peaceful thoughts. It’s no wonder I’ve become this horrible insomniac.
Yet when the moment I lay next to you the noise…