oh my god i’m fucking sick of this generation’s mentality that your sadness is beautiful and somebody will fix you and all this fucking john green shit nobody will find you in a bookstore reading bukowski and want to lie with you and nobody will kiss your scars and you will not be like effie and freddie you’ve got to be your own fucking hero and surround yourself with positivity
What I look for in a girl:
- Water, 35 litres
- Carbon, 20 kilograms
- Ammonia, 4 litres
- Lime, 1.5 kilograms
- Phosphorus, 800 grams
- Salt, 250 grams
- Saltpeter, 100 grams
- Sulfur, 80 grams
- Fluorine, 7.5 grams
- Iron, 5 grams
- Silicon, 3 grams
- Trace amounts of 15 other elements
I dunno, I still think your standards are too high.
A woman like that is gonna cost you an arm and a leg.
((THUMB SMASHES THROUGH PHONE AS I REBLOG))
I had a dream where every person, at exactly midnight on new years following their 22nd birthday, they possessed the body of their soulmate and people ran around trying to figure out who they were so that they could find eachother, and they left notes for the body’s owner to find with their address. And there were some language gaps so people had to translate it and travel to different countries carrying the notes they were left, and it was great
write a book right now
The New Years Eve after my twenty second birthday was finally here. I couldn’t wait to finally find him. I already knew he was older than me by quite a lot because of a new year’s eight years ago:
I awoke in the park on January 2nd, as if from a dream. I wore a beautiful new coat, mittens, and a jacket. On the snow in front of the bench were the words:
I tried to get you home. I’m sorry.
Still confused, I felt around in my pocket for my cell phone. I couldn’t remember anything. I was only fifteen, and didn’t do drugs. I’d never been out late without telling my parents. They were probably worried sick!
My hands came out of my pockets without a cell phone, but there was a note:
It’s your soul mate. You’re too young for that right now, I know. But, I remember high school. Have a good four years. And another four great years in college. I bought you the coat. Please use it well.
Come and find me when you’re older. I’ll be waiting.
My parents were shocked; it was rare for soul mates to be more than four years apart. But it did happen. And it had. He never came to get me, but I whispered his name to myself in my sleep every night.
When I woke up on New Year’s Day, it was to an alarm I didn’t set. When I hit the snooze button, my arm was longer than expected. I hit a piece of paper instead.
I rolled over and groaned in annoyance. With a gasp, I sat up. My voice was deeper than it should have been. I looked down at fingers that weren’t mine. Frantically, I looked around the room. I needed a mirror. I needed to see myself. I needed to see him.
Spotting the door to the bathroom, I bounded out of bed and went inside. Scrawled across the mirror in big black letters was a note:
Today’s the day. I’m sorry I can’t see your face when you see me for the first time, but I hope you come and find me. Here’s all you need to know. Call me.
I wiped away enough of the note to look in the mirror. The face that stared back at me melted my heart. This was Chris. My Chris. My soulmate.