Just understand, and that will be enough
Even though we can send a text in a split second and even though we can instantly see someone or talk to someone in this age of technology doesn’t mean that our minds and our emotions are always really ready. We should take that into account when we question why it takes us so long to ‘get over’ the speed bumps in our lives.
Love is not a mystery, it’s everything– Common
dearoldlove: I still like you in a way I can’t explain.
I hate it when
chicagoxnative: You know when you’re about to get in trouble so you’re like Then you get prepared and make up your lie so then you’re like
It’s funny how normal everyone looks to each other, but how secretly freaky everyone is (not in the freaky freak way, get your mind out the gutter…but I guess not excluding that either?). I’m pretty sure I can count on my two hands the people who actually know me, quirks and all. It’s living without pretense. Let your inner freak loose
I just couldn't help it
I once laughed while I had water in my mouth. The outcome: three generations of Ayyar men were soaked. It was like I somehow turned into a sprinkler. Sorry..
I don’t have childhood friends and I don’t have a childhood home (and it doesn’t really bother me). It’s wonderful seeing my parents; but I no longer sleep as soundly at ‘home’ as I do in my bed at school. DC feels more like my home and my house more like a rest stop. But even then, my room changes every year, and after four years I’m out. Maybe constant...
First, Insert in Butt
dearoldlove: Remember when we showed each other how we ate our Oreos? You were the only one who got to see that.
Bored? Try this.
On the bus home, there was a little boy behind me, clearly bored out of his mind after sitting for 4 hours. So as I’m trying to sleep, I hear him saying a string of unrelated words- chocolate, sofa, monkey, fan!- in a kind of sing-songy way for at least an hour. I think I used to do that too.
dearoldlove: I was never afraid of bridges, I just wanted an excuse to hold your hand extra tight as we drove across them.
Silence shouldn’t be uncomfortable
…the picture doesn’t really relate, but it makes me laugh. I got punched a lot as a kid…enough to make me flinch when my brother raises his hand. To condition me not to flinch anymore, my brother would fake me out, and not hit me, so that I would stop reacting to his movements. It worked…until he hit me for real. Funny guy, right? Still flinchy.
Open up your heart, and you will understand me– Kid Cudi
dearoldlove: I’m very sorry for being “creepy.”
dearoldlove: Did you lick her eyebrows, too?
I’m one of those people who constantly rethinks events and conversations, but those memories are always self-induced. Last night I had a moment where a memory caught me off guard. It was nice, in a sad way, to know that things never completely leave us.
Anonymous asked: Who will survive in America?
It was nice while it lasted...
It snowed for a split second today, and like a lot of the experiences in my life, it was nice while it lasted. I don’t know if I can say that I really regret anything that I’ve done, because it allowed me to gain something else. There’s so much that is transitory and maleable, and it’s kind of scary but comforting to know that. Also, by the time I was done writing this,...
dearoldlove: I pretend my cat has a little bit of your spirit inside her because she comes to me for cuddling ten times a day.