I know the cure — but I can’t take it.

I’m breaking again. Uh, I want to punch a wall. I want to fucking punch something and then I’m gonna give Tim a piece of my mind because he’s driving me up a wall. Then I’m gonna kick David Mog’s sissy balls so hard that they fall off and then I will proceed to slay every pathetic guy that has looked at me like I am a trophy or a prize or a piece of meat. And—hopefully—that will settle me straight, unless I need to take my anger out through sexual acts. Ha, wait, no, that won’t happen.

As Always: Caite

justinpoole:

I am overwhelmed by jealousy 

for the way the sun makes you shine

　

long distance love. V.

seeingthehorizon:

So she must leave me again tonight.

My arm extends like a draw bridge,
And valiant white horses,
And carriages dressed in red velvet,
They come out to extend the invitation.
And the horns are blaring,
And the people are barking
and howling
drunken expressions of glee.
Surely she will stay.

But she shook her head
no, the invitation
respectfully
declined.

And so the draw bridge
must draw close,
Encasing with those
gorgeous steeds
every reason
to give up.