Little entries - Some pictures - Even some comedy
My biggest fear is that as time passes you’ll hate me more and more for pushing you away. Nothing could tear me apart more than knowing that you hate me. Maybe you should, I don’t know but I don’t want that to be the case… What I’m doing I feel like it’s so god damn selfish but at the same time I feel like I need to do it because if we continue down this path of dysfunction we might just end up hating eachother. But now if we stop now, then later on we’ll remember the tender love we shared in years past and maybe we can just forget the scars of the break and make a new life for ourselves. I know that’s far away but for decades of happiness a few years just seems worth it to me.
Damn that dream I had was just really cruel to me.
As a guy it’s your duty to make her feel safe. The safest damn place in the world should be in your damn arms. That right there is just a simple fact of manliness that’s too often forget these days.
Sometimes you drop the most obvious hints and clues and that person does not pick up on them. Or consider the worse alternative where they picked up on it but just didn’t do anything. Either way it’s fuckin annoying.
How dated is my tumblr picture?
My resolution (in truth): To be nice in the truest way possible to someone without thought of reward. In the few times I’ve done something like that, the feeling I get is the best reward possible.
— William Shakespeare, from Titus Andronicus (via the-final-sentence)