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Dear R.
You do realize that every time you start talking while you’re in your car, you unconsciously say things that are great opening lines for what potentially could be great novels?
I’m just saying.
1 week ago on May 24, 2012 at 10:18pm
Dear R. LOOK. LOOK IT’S A BEAR SHARK. I didn’t even know they were a thing.
1 week ago on May 21, 2012 at 11:01pm
Oh wub wub wub. This is the cutest. Why is this so cute. Oh my god. R. Look. It’s so cute. I can’t even. Awuh.
(via bruised-mannequin)
I love you also means I love you more than anyone loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that no one loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that I love no one else, and never have loved anyone else, and never will love anyone else.
Jonathan Safran Foer
(via imagefree)
Dear R. I’m sorry I’m a bitch sometimes. Here’s a kitten. It’s cuter than me.
(via realeyes-realize-x)
- R: OH YOU'RE SO NICE. HE'S THE EPITOME OF HIMSELF. HOW NICE.
- Me: Are you even being sarcastic right now?
- R: Damn i wish there was an expression in English like in Hebrew.
- Me: (Oh look. He speaks another language, how attractive.)
- R: Yes, very.
- Me: Hahahaha. I'm dying of laughter. Lmfao. Why are you so angry? Oh no. 3:
- R: I'm not, lol. Why are you dying of laughter?
- Me: It was so funny..."HOW NICE. HOW NICE."
- R: Oh glad i amuse you >:|
2 weeks ago on May 14, 2012 at 10:21pm
Tempered metal vs. Tempermental
- Me: We're like tempered metal.
- H: Wait a minute. One of us has been very confused all our lives, and I'm not sure who because i always thought that expression was "temper mental". I don't think it's tempered metal...
- Me: AHAHAHAHAHA.LMFAO. HAHAHAHA. Ahhhh. What the fuck? Ahhahahaha.
- H: Lol wow...you and your English. This is kinda funny, although, I sure as hell questioned myself because it does sound like tempered metal.
- Me: No...I'm still right. R. Lol. Tempered metal.
- R: Metal that is upset..? Sounds like a stupid expression. That makes no sense. Is this some Asian thing? Or like tempered I guess is more like not upset, but like...idk. "Improve the hardness and elasticity of (steel or other metal) by reheating and then cooling it." That makes sense.
- Me: H. I'm right...
- H: You're not. Don't worry, I have no intention of repeating that to someone. It's just kinda funny.
- But anyway, yeah, you guys still are tempermental.
- Me: (Wtf are they both trolling me.) LMFAO. Look up tempered metal.
- H: I know what it is. It's a process you do to metals to make them stronger and stuff. It's not an emotional state.
- Me: ...I'm saying we're stronger because of all the stuff we've been through.
- H: OH. I GET IT. I'm stupid. I thought you were trying to say that you guys were tempermental. I think I'm so used to your mispronunciations T see them where they don't exist.
2 weeks ago on May 13, 2012 at 11:31pm
Dear R. All the cute gifs are reblogged from that one girl at camp I really liked. I thought you might appreciate these.
(via centralavenue)
R and toast.
- Me: I'm so hungry. You said you were going to make me toast.
- R: You didn't ask for toast back then!
- Me: Because I asked you for toast over and over! I'm weak with hunger. Look I'm trembling.
- R: I'll hold you...come on, I'm taking you back home, let's get some toast.
- Me: No. I'm getting home faster. To make my own goddamn toast.
- R: Yeah, be a woman.
- Me: BE A MAN. Wait I don't have a toaster...
- R: Have I told you I really like dogs? I really want a dog.
- Me: I'm allergic to them. Like I can't breathe allergic.
- R: I'm going to get one and rub it all over you. They're so cute.
- Me: NO.
- R: Fine. I'll just rub it all over me.
- Me: Then I'm not going to hug you. It's me or the dog.
- R: But.
- Me: I BET YOU WOULD MAKE IT TOAST.
3 weeks ago on May 07, 2012 at 08:03pm
Dear R.
I wonder, if you had my personality, and therefore did a lot of what I did, and I had your personality, if things would be the same.
1 month ago on April 28, 2012 at 03:51pm
Dear R. I don’t think I’m allergic to rabbits.
(via camiferd)
I think I will say something about Romantics.
I’m simply procrastinating studying for the ACT. Not that it’s anything you can actually study for. But, you know. Simple little grammar rules.
I’m happy this tumblr is still somewhat shielded. It gives me the option of talking about things and people. It isn’t that I wouldn’t say this kind of stuff to their face, only it probably is significantly awkward for them and myself if we had this conversation in real life, rather than them reading about it off the internet.
I had always thought I was at least a closet romantic. I scoff, most of the time, about getting flowers, but would I be opposed to being presented with some wild flower off the spur of the moment? No, I’d probably think it sweet and laugh. And yes, I probably won’t ever go on a date in my life, but does the idea of being swept off my feet, dolled up, and being taken somewhere brilliant still have appeal? Of course it does. And what person doesn’t appreciate being called beautiful and adorable and told exactly why they’re liked?
Apparently I don’t. It’s one of the more recent discoveries I made about myself. I suppose I had thought that I was only disgusted by general romantic notions because I never experienced them, and therefore, it was much easier to dismiss them all together, rather than crave them. But in the past few weeks, whether it’s a dose of admiration or a hyperinflated imagination, I’ve found that I don’t like romantic notions for a more concrete reason.
They are superfluous. Now, perhaps they are genuine. I don’t deny that romantic gestures are genuine. They are also nice, at times. But they come to mean nothing at all over time. The wonderful sweetness and clarity of the word “beautiful” simply means nothing, defiled and eroded away from over use. The honeyed words that are supposed to show one’s appreciation…flatter, but end up being nothing more than trite utterances after a while.
But rather, it’s the choice phrases I hardly hear that I’ll always remember. The few sentences that are said, not with the purpose of paying me a compliment, not with the motive of showing one’s appreciation, but said simply because they could not help being said.
And simple words without extravagance, spilled out with no intention other than the necessity to be said, mean more than any frequent and calculatedly random flattery. Never heard before. Never heard again. Possibly not remembered. But always meant. That is the kind of romantic sentiment I will appreciate. And now I know why.
1 month ago on April 23, 2012 at 09:37pm
Dear R. We should just lock you in here without other sustenance. Because you hate bananas and all or something.
(via im-all-in-for-life)
GUYS. Internet perusal help: Prostitute dating-SMBC.
- Me: Wait. That makes dating a form of prostitution.Not really prostitution.Like elegant prostitution.
- R: YES KIND OF. Wait.
- Me: Consesual prostitution. Escort services.
- R: You reminded me of an SMBC but I don't know how I'll find it.
- Me: Oh well. It really is though. You get paid for your time.
- R: Yeah, SMBC highlighted this brilliantly and I wish I could find it.
1 month ago on April 20, 2012 at 12:32am
