Before the beginning

I first imagine it’s from someone I’d love to hear from, some very important message or the CIA revealing me one of life’s mysteries. 

But then I activate my secret probability calculator, and based on what time of the day it is, who I’ve been talking to lately or who I have things planned with, most of the time I’m just able to guess who it’s from. So disappointing. 

alyaae:

Yea, I am.

“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”

- Neil Gaiman

sexphotographyandrockandroll:

For them, it’s like,

“Hey bro, wanna come over?”

“Aight bro, lemme just cross the street.”

For me, it’s like,

“Hey bro, wanna come over?”

“Alright bro, lemme just cross the bridge to Terabithia, take the shortcut through Narnia, take the detour around District 12, and stop by Hogwarts to get groceries.”