Also known as confused90saddict. 23, Georgia, classic games, anime, geeky art, classic cartoons, the nostalgia and retro, funny shit.. Geek, occasional writer, NBA, dumbass romantic, feminist, controversial opinions.. Here's a sideblog That's.. about it unfortunately.
Anonymous said: Congratz on your butterflies and stuff! Don't worry, you'll do fine. Stop doubting yourself, ya dingus, you're great! By the way, lootcrate is pretty cool and, if you hadn't seen it already, I thought you'd like it. I can't post links in here but it's pretty straight-forward and made me think of you (monthly geek boxes full of great shit, wah wah wah). Have a great life and remember that you're amazing.
She touched these hands. She touched my controllers. She took steps here. She took steps there. She slept away on my bed. She stroked her fingers through my head.
But when I come home, all I get is an empty feeling in my stomach. The feeling of deep loss, or perhaps a great desire which dangled in front of your eyes and quickly pulled away afterwards. I feel sick and I want to puke because my body wants to tell me it was nothing more than a fluke.
Dark, glossy brown eyes matching her whole complexion. A smile brighter than the move Flash only complemented by her white teeth. The cutest nose and puckering lips.. and don’t get me started on how I couldn’t take my hands off those hips.
A voice so calm yet so funny; even-toned like her mood. Hope I wasn’t ever rude because the food just wasn’t there. That didn’t matter though, because my body and the world went numb the entire weekend. Not even my own hunger and bodily functions could have stopped me from being separated with you.
I don’t even know what I’m writing anymore. There’s no rhythm or sync. Just pure emotions jumping all over the place. Sounds a lot like my weekend. I don’t know what else to say. I just feel saved. No more wondering and hoping to be good enough. No more dates. No more anonymity. Just stability and loyalty.. it’s back to the dedication days. Back to the days of courage, self-sacrifices, and … the sharing of worlds..
you know that feeling when you’re excited about a certain event or date for weeks and days and it’s all you’re thinking about? like your mind is completely consumed by it so much that if you had died after that date, you’d be satisfied? as if all that matters is living to get to that date and nothing afterwards?