Haw haw ya'll don't know who I am.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
Best 8 Seconds of my life.
this again dkjfsd
I reblog this every time it appears from the depths of tumblr.
WHAT THE CHRIST JUST HAPPENED?!
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Missing
Something’s missing. Something important to me. I can’t pinpoint what it is, or rather, I don’t want to. I won’t let myself say it but it’s tugging at my heart too hard for me to ignore.
I’m missing something. Something that I miss. I’m missing you, I miss you. Miss, please, come back.
A slight gaze that stirs my mind. A soft voice that instills a sort of hyperdrive in my heart. I fear it will give out soon, but if it has been strong enough to resist bursting all those other times, I guess it’ll keep together for a while longer.
Miss, you’re missing and I miss you.
Do I exude confidence or something?
I ask this because I am a very self conscious person with below average self esteem, both of which root back to my childhood experiences. I ask this because whenever I tell people I have stage fright, they dismiss it as if it was impossible for me to find performing frightening. I ask this because I truly want to know if there’s someone out there that can look past the facade I apparently have and understand me because I am not a confident person. I’m quite literally the most romantic, insecure, and “girly” guy I’ve known. Ironically, I’m also emotionless most of the time. Nothing hits home anymore. I guess I’m like a ripe mango. Seemingly durable because of my appearance but prone to damage and hard at the core. Huh. I am a fruit.
Loving someone, liking someone, it can never and will never be a logical thing.
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This is it. All of that hard work, studying and taking practice tests. All of the pressure is here.
And that’s fucking bullshit.
