All of a sudden two decades have passed and you still have not kissed anyone with tongue, or kissed anyone at all for that matter, or had a 3 AM conversation with someone who would rather look into your eyes for ten minutes straight than talk. You have never worn a lover’s sweater or “forgotten” it at home in your bedroom just so you would have an excuse to see them again. You have never even stood face-to-face with someone who makes your hands shake so hard it feels like they’re both having a separate anxiety attack.
This causes you much guilt and self-blame and sadness but above all, an overwhelming curiosity. Are you really that ugly, that unwanted, that uninteresting, that boring, that no one, absolutely no one, has ever looked at you like the only thing on earth?
The answer is no. The better answer is that someone out there, somewhere in the world, is “wondering what it’s like to meet someone like you,” and they have two decades worth of love stored in their veins like a shoot-‘em-up drug, and they’re just about ready to inject it into someone else’s bloodstream. All you have to do is roll up your sleeves and wait for it to happen.
At times you felt so lonely you could stand at the edge of a cliff with nothing beneath you but air and grass and a long, long way down, and you’d still feel emptier than that canyon itself. Maybe you even danced with yourself alone in your room a few times, arms outstretched around a ghost, pretending someone else’s hands were on your waist, someone else’s eyes boring into yours.
Or maybe you fell temporarily in love with strangers on public transportation, fell in love with anybody who so much as accidentally brushed your hand on the way past. For you, falling in love with dozens of people a day was a coping mechanism for not having anyone to love you in return. But people are not eggs and falling in love with a dozen of them does not mean your shell will remain uncracked. One day you’re going to hit the point where you’re so desperate for human contact that you’re going to snap in half and all your love will bleed out like egg yolk.
But someone out there is eating a bowl of Ramen noodles right now, or putting on slippers, or settling into bed. They are doing all the normal things that you’ve done in your own life. They are just like you. They have cellulite and extra fat in all the wrong places and goals and fears and doubts and bad handwriting.
The truth is that they are just like you, and being just like you, they’re looking for a lover too. They’re what you might call a soulmate.
They think they’re all alone in feeling the way they do, but you’re really both two halves of a whole.
And one day you’ll meet them, bump into them on the street, and your two halves will be put together, and you’ll make one.

Writings For Winter - For Twenty Year-Olds who have never been loved 
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moriarty:

if you think shrek 3 sucks think again

"I have a nervous breakdown in the film and in one scene I get to stand at the top of the stairs waving an empty sherry bottle which is, of course, a typical scene from my daily life, so isn’t much of a stretch."

(Source: alwaysbeenyourach)

And a new chapter is finished in the intial draft at least.

Gotta look at it again in day light

hahaha yeah don’t say that to him I wasn’t being serious. tell him something rally obscure like what he tells prior. like when someone asked how to be cool like him, he said ‘always floss’

Have I mentioned I occasionally am I only capable of responding to jokes literally…ah the curse of IM and text based communication. Much subtlety is lost

awkward-crow replied to your post“I literally just hit myself in the face loudly reading Burn Gorman’s…”
tell him that /I/ think he smells like melon
I don’t want to frighten the poor boy…
I will leave all discussions of possible melon scent in your capable hands dear.

I literally just hit myself in the face loudly reading Burn Gorman’s Twitter

WHAT DO I SAY TO SEMPAI???

meet the blogger

LAYER ONE: THE OUTSIDE

  • name: LK or Lady or idk call me a butt if you want I’m not particular(I may not respond to butt tho you’ve been warned
  • eye color: brown.
  • hair style/color: dark brown pixie cut
  • clothing style: Jeans and T-shirt…unless I am working in which case office casual but I hate it
  • best physical feature: I have nice hair and apparently fabulous eyebrows

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE

  • your fears: HAHAHAHA. ok um. Needles, blood, tiny spaces like crowded elevators or caves with REALLY FUCKING LOW CEILINGS. FUCKING SPIDERS. Death. The end of the world. All those natural disasters and stuff. That my dad was right and there could be a second holocaust. Did I say death yeaaaah…I fear oblivion because I am a cliche
  • your guilty pleasure: Gummi bears
  • ambitions for the future: Finish writing my stupid novel and get it published. Also write a popular fanfiction(don’t judge me I am shallow that way). And edit a feature film…Also it would please my family greatly if I won an oscar but I’m not overly attached to that…

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS

  • your first thoughts waking up: Lately it’s been why is my nephew crying? But usually its like oh look a pillow what time is it? If woken by an alarm first thoughts are usually fucking hell please shut up.
  • what you think about most: ‘What do you plan on drawing next? plan plan plan. What do you plan on writing next? more planning. WHY AREN’T YOU FUCKING WRITING AND DRAWING YOU USELESS SACK OF SHIT
  • what you think about before bed: Usually I think about whats happened that day if things need to be considered. Whatever is weighing heavily on me at the moment. And then I usually brainstorm my stories or think about some bit of a TV show or movie I liked and basically fanfic in my head until I fall asleep.
  • you think your best quality is: I have the capacity for great creativity when I can get off my ass and do shit. I am intelligent. Idk that’s all I got.

LAYER FOUR: WHAT’S BETTER? 

  • single or group dates: No to dates…just no. 
  • to be loved or respected: Respected
  • beauty or brains: I would like the brains and just not looking like a butt…yeah that would be awesome
  • dogs or cats: dogs

LAYER FIVE: DO YOU.

  • lie: Yes. Mostly to my dad. Mostly by withholding information. You would get it if you met him.
  • believe in yourself: When I have done something I’m proud of or am doing something…yeah in flashes
  • believe in love: For other people sure. I definitely believe in friendship
  • want someone: Um…I think? I don’t know…still wondering if I am Ace or just super anxious hetero…Can I have a lifelong buddy that’s a person I live with?

LAYER SIX: EVER?

  • been on stage: yes. In highschool for talent show and musical theater. Would love to do that some more.
  • done drugs: Nope
  • changed who you were to fit in: See this is a hard one. I feel like there have been times where I really REALLY want to be a part of a group but I don’t think I changed in the attempt to join…I just probably embarressed myself in other ways

LAYER SEVEN: FAVORITES

  • favorite color: Purple
  • favorite animal: Horses dolphins humminbird
  • favorite game: The Last of Us

LAYER EIGHT: AGE

  • day your next birthday will be: This is some weird phrasing and I am kinda cagey about this stuff. It will be the day its my birthday
  • how old will you be: one year older
  • does age matter: I mean…we are going to age based on the laws of nature. The life I experienced in my teens will be different from what I experience in my twenties. My world views will change as does my place in society and the expectations placed on me. It will change in some way every year and every day that I live so yeah age matters. It affects my daily worldview and experiences.

(Source: illogicalhumanoid)

Herman something. something about Hermann, it fits in they’re somehow.

it does indeed my dear….

it does indeed

So in other news

spiderwebbedmirror:

ladyknightthebrave:

On a deranged whim I just watched all of Puella Magi Madoka Magica in one day

What are feelings

I am dead inside

I know these feels. And all I can say, is that time does not heal all wounds. You have a long road to travel friend. Also make sure your friends aren’t terrible and make madoka jokes. Those are painful.

to begind my healing process I have found stupid vine videos of dogs being stupid luckily most of my friends haven’t seen puella or if they have they are nice and would not make horrible jokes.

And apparently theres a film? 3 of them technically but the third has new story….so yeah

awkward-crow sent: 5 things I've learend about you, Shakespeare is your thing, jewish, poetry, hermann somehow, and idk idk

I think my favorite is Hermann something

Not even I like hermann I something him…fair enough

So in other news

On a deranged whim I just watched all of Puella Magi Madoka Magica in one day

What are feelings

I am dead inside

sweetbadger:

darknephilim:

thesickestjokes:

Turquoise is the best colour in the world.

It’s cyantifically proven.

you fucking didnt

I azule you they did.

Dude you totally blue it