Fuck If I Know

blackbird5154:

solsburryhill:

cant sleep too busy thinking about “love is awful. it’s awful. it’s painful. it’s frightening. it makes you doubt yourself, judge yourself, distance yourself from the other people in your life. it makes you selfish. it makes you creepy, makes you obsessed with your hair, makes you cruel, makes you say and do things you never thought you would do. it’s all any of us want, and it’s hell when we get there. so no wonder it’s something we don’t want to do on our own. i was taught if we’re born with love then life is about choosing the right place to put it. people talk about that a lot, feeling right, when it feels right it’s easy. but i’m not sure that’s true. it takes strength to know what’s right. and love isn’t something that weak people do. being a romantic takes a hell of a lot of hope. i think what they mean is, when you find somebody that you love, it feels like hope.”

or hopelessness

(via frankenfaandom)

rat-hand:

Sea shanty about a crew disappearing at sea but as it’s sung fewer and fewer people are singing until it’s just one person left.

(via frankenfaandom)

muppethole:

had a dream last night where marbles were back en vogue and everyone carried their marbles around in cute little pouches that they’d clip onto their backpacks or purse straps or belt loops so they’d always have their marbles on them and your marbles were deeply personal objects that showcased your individual personality and people would get really passionate and proud of them and playing for keeps was a deeply serious and honor-bound affair and i played a game with an old man while waiting for a bus and he told me how he met his wife while playing in a for-keeps tournament and in a miracle shot he knocked out her most precious marble a brilliant sparkling green one with an inside like a geode and when he looked up he found she was crying at its loss and so right there on the spot he proposed to her so that she could divorce him and take it back in the divorce “but in the end,” he told me, “she kept me and the marble” and i awoke teary and resentful to be ripped from a fleeting world that had found for itself such a small and beautiful peace