Walshrus

letterstogodptiii:

tea-books-and-blankets:

yaygocats:

discomplete:

“i want to wear shorts because it’s hot but i really hate my legs” an autobiography

“I want to wear shorts but i didnt shave” the sequel.

“I want to wear shorts but I don’t tan and I’d rather not blind you” The trilogy 

“I want to wear shorts but my huge dick always sticks out” a pop-up book

jiidesu:

niicolodean:

• call you names
• tell you weird and personal details about myself
• say “I NEED TO PEE” instead of just brb
• type in caps a lot.

If i’m extra comfortable with you I’ll do all that and:

• talk casually about porn and really perverted thoughts 
• share funny photos from my tumblr dash
• actually tell you when i’m upset 
• try to make conversation with you 
• just generally act really silly when I’m in a good mood
• tell you jokes even if they’re bad 

Music is the only thing that makes sense when I’m trying to study.

Assimilate. I hate it. Uncomprehended sentience. 

Within a dirty bathroom stall upon the floor curled in a ball

Amidst the squall of wailing calls enthralled they maul 

You just lay sprawled like a rag doll

That call

That moment when you crawl and haul yourself along 

But you’re so small you brawl against the sickness 

And the wicked fall of all that you recall it’s gone no re-install 

So scrawl upon the wall of your eyeball 

They bleed 

They tear 

They befall all that you could ever hope to achieve.

Well done.

Sad or relieved; I do not know my fate.

Mad or contrived: I know is not the case.

With everything I feel, I should be full of hate

But moreso I reveal a query on my face.

Were you not the one to rush into our bond?

Immediately thereaft to question how I’m fond?

Did you not believe that I was more to you

Than any other guy who suited for you too?

Try or give up: what is the next step.

To fix or move on: I guess that’s all that’s left.

But I do not know your mind, and I fear I may mistep,

Still I need to know your choice that left me so bereft.

    It would likely make more sense if you just left me alone,

    But instead you keep me on like a neutered boyfriend loan.

Thank you for food and for friends and for love;

Thank you for those who watch up above;

Thank you for life and for all that you’ve given;

Thank you for laughs and for keeping us driven;

Thank you for all - both the good and the bad;

Thank you for everything, all that we’ve had;

Thank you for peace and for hope and for care;

Thank you for You, And with you to share.

Farewell Ponds..