hey it’s not easy being this cute and creepy
aww babe, have a good positivity day, i’ll trying and send positive vibes your way <3 also can’t wait to get super wasted with you on saturday whoooot
thank you doll:) and haha yeah i’m down
So last night all I wanted to do was go publish an amusing story about how I was in a public setting and literally burst into tears over bryan cranston’s acceptance speech while in the middle of dinner with a friend (i mean it is kind of funny but still haha)
but then instead, when rereading the tags and realizing where it all stems from i go and have the biggest existential crisis i’ve had in two years and spend the night sobbing over life choices
anyways. i’m currently having a ‘positivity day.’ i’m in bed eating grapes and chocolate, later i’ll probably go for a run, if it stays sunny i’ll go sunbathe, i have toast and avocados for lunch, i might start to draft the fanfic i have floating around my head, and eventually i’m going out to get dinner with my dad. so yeah no real plan, i’m just decompressing but i’m staying home from work today to do this and i guess i’m just feeling very fortunate that i’m in a position where i can afford to do that
I want to be able to experience everything. I want to experience being a husband, experience being a father, experience, maybe, hopefully, someday being a grandfather, and all those things. I want that experience. When I die, I want to be exhausted.
I’m reacting to this quote in two ways
the first is going “you are such a beautiful beautiful human being”
and the other is going “I can think of some ways to exhaust you”
"Isn’t it strange that I know you’d risk your life to save mine… but I don’t know what your favorite color is?" he says. A smile creeps onto my lips. "Green. What’s yours?" "Orange," he says. "Orange? Like Effie’s hair?" I say. "A bit more muted," he says.
More like … s u n s e t .
"Your favorite color…it’s green?" "That’s right." Then I think of something to add. "And yours is orange." "Orange?" He seems unconvinced. Not bright orange.
But soft. Like the s u n s e t.
”At least, that’s what you told me once.”