Intrigued by your mystery.
An injury causes us grief only when it is remembered. Forget it.
Ask / Tell ~
I realised i’ve already thrown my fucking year 12 life down the drain. So, goodbye tumblr. See you in 2 weeks.
- me: hey I just met you and-
- me: why are you walking away
Sometimes I pretend not to remember details about people because having a good memory apparently equates to creepiness
(Source: unpublishedwriting)
- math test: a farmer plants 7 crops of tomatoes and 3 crops of carrots what is the probablity his moms name is leslie
- history test: the american civil war ended in 1865, explain how this had a defining role in the extinction of dinosaurs
- literature test: explain what the author meant by, "the apple was as red as an apple"
- Physics tests: The aliens ate 3.4 doughnuts. Their crumbs fell to the Earth because of gravity. Calculate how many penguins are eating pancakes at the speed of light.
you know what’s really weird? the fact that you’ll never actually be able to see yourself in real life. like you can see yourself in mirrors and reflections but you’ll never in your life see what you really look like
(Source: niggapus)
I wonder if I ever cross your mind once in a while.
Not that you care, or feel the same anymore. Not that you think of me the same way anyway. I wonder if you think of moments we had. Do you think of me when something reminds you of us? Do you miss how we were so happy together? Do you ever think, what if all of this never happened? Or do you disregard me as nothing?
It’s pretty stupid for me wondering these things. I bet I can answer all those questions myself. To you, i’m probably someone that you use to know. I was something, but now i’m nothing.
The more I listen to myself wonder about these things, the more it sounds stupid. I mean, sure I still think of you, but I still manage to continue to be happy. Surely if I’M able to do that, you’re probably 100 times better at this. I hate having unrealistic thoughts.
