d’awww :)
This is the worst time of the year. I miss my Mom so much I can hardly breathe.
I’ve pretty much become my xbox live tag, Cassie Hack. I’ve lived in Skyrim the past week. I wish I could just stay there and be anti-social and kill dragons until this whole ordeal is over. December, you’re a dick.
Monday Dec 19 @ 05:28pmIt always gives me such a headache.
I instantly feel pain when my alarm goes off.
I rub my face against his arm and tell him he needs to get ready for work and his reply is “ehhhhhhhhhhhh” or “a minute”.
He does that approximately 15 to 20 times before actually getting out of bed.
Then when he does get out of bed, he brushes his teeth and puts his work pants on… and then he crawls back into bed and leeches onto me. He’s so warm.
This is my favorite type of headache.
Monday Sep 12 @ 10:24am
Friday Sep 9 @ 05:23pmThey don’t teach you this in school. They don’t show you the beauty of existing, they don’t show you the wonder of the earth, they don’t show you the unity that human beings are. They show you who’s better, who’s worse. They show you what they need to show you in order for their system to survive. They don’t show you love.
Tuesday Mar 15 @ 05:18pm
Interviewer: Black history month you find…Morgan Freeman: Ridiculous.
Interviewer: Why?
Morgan Freeman: You’re going to relegate my history to a month?
Interviewer: Oh, come on.
Morgan Freeman: What do you do with yours? Which month is white history month?
Interviewer: (pause) Well, I’m Jewish.
Morgan Freeman: Okay. Which month is jewish history month?
Interviewer: There isn’t one.
Morgan Freeman: Oh, oh. Why not? Do you want one?
Interviewer: No.
Morgan Freeman: Right. I don’t either. I don’t want a black history month. Black history is American history.
Interviewer: How are we going to get rid of racism?
Morgan Freeman: Stop talking about it.
genius.
So, I didn’t sleep well last night. Mainly because I was awake worrying about you and the fact that you were so hot. Really, sweating hot. Even though you’re a pretty attractive guy…
And I’m worried that work isn’t going to go so well for you today, because I know you didn’t sleep well either. And I feel like you felt horrible but just didn’t want me to worry. Which was sweet of you, but I still worry. So while you were sleeping I slinked out of your arms and plugged our fan in so maybe it’d cool you off some.
And once I got back in bed and laid carefully still so I wouldn’t wake you, I stared. I creeped. I just couldn’t help it. Because I got to thinking about all the amazing things that’ve happened since you came into my life, and I know it’s no coincidence. I thought about all the wonderful things you do for me, and just how great you are in general.
I know aside from saying “I love you” that I never really say anything that deep, or eloquent. But I mean those three words with my whooole heart. Everything that I am, loves everything that you are. I don’t really believe in being with someone forever, because forever is a really long time and people change their minds… but every time I think about a life without you in it, I get really sad. So I try to avoid thinking about it. I’d also like to avoid that happening.
I love you all the comic books in the world, to the moon and back, times infinity plus one, more than Steven Seagal loves ponytails, more than I could ever really say. I hope that’s enough for you, and I hope I am too.
And I hope some time soon I get up the courage to show you this. Maybe for your birthday… Which is Thursday. If I do…
Happy Birthday, Chupa<3
Monday Mar 14 @ 04:45pm