For you,

I went to an art museum today and saw this and quietly laughed to myself for about 5 minutes. All da pups.

I went to an art museum today and saw this and quietly laughed to myself for about 5 minutes. All da pups.

“Sometimes,
I wake up
at four in the morning
and taste smoke
in the back of my throat.

I swear to god,
you’re still burning
somewhere inside me.”

Solange (via perfect)

“I’ve fought storms and floods and rock slides and rail fissure… I knew how to do it, and I liked doing it… But this kind of battle - it’s one I can’t fight.”

– Atlas Shrugged

Are you trying to say that I’m incapable of love? That there is nothing unusual or special about me? The cruelty of the things you post hurt worse than being broken up with over the phone. If you don’t think highly of me anymore than why put on this charade. If I’m nothing of importance to you than why continue this crap. You’ve already ruined tumblr for me, why are you trying to ruin what was left of the good thoughts about our relationship that I had.

Today, I danced in the pouring rain. The type that soaks you to the bone and makes you shake. I took off running through a graveyard until my lungs gave out and my clothing was soaked. For the first time in a long time, I felt alive. And I actually felt happy about it. For once I felt like the pulse raging inside me actually mattered. I realized, that I was happy. I don’t know if it’s the Pennsylvania air or the nostalgia I get from being in the home that I spent a lot of my childhood visiting, but something awoke in me. I’ve been asking myself so many questions lately: about my future, about our relationship, about life in general. But standing in the middle of the graveyard, looking at all the people whose time on earth ran out, all I could come up with was “Who is John Galt?”

None of my questions really seemed to matter anymore.

Bear… I can’t do this anymore. It’s not healthy. I find myself constantly checking to see if you’ve posted anything else and then getting disappointed when you haven’t. I find myself still waiting for you but we aren’t even together. I’m sorry, but this is the last thing I’m putting on here. I need to just let you go..

I’ll always love you bear. Don’t ever forget that.

Yours truly,
Lil Pup the Great

I don’t want to think about you anymore. But I can’t help it. You’re everywhere. In every crevice and dark corner of my being. 

Fuck it. I love you.

“I no longer believed in the idea of soul mates, or love at first sight. But I was beginning to believe that a very few times in your life, if you were lucky, you might meet someone who was exactly right for you. Not because he was perfect, or because you were, but because your combined flaws were arranged in a way that allowed two separate beings to hinge together.”