And I’m kind of dreading the day… Right now there are all these unspoken boundaries that I’m noticing and respecting as you slowly move through them and become okay with things that weren’t okay before. But I feel pressure in the silence. In the unspoken things. I feel pressure to know you like you know me. I feel like I’ve failed when I don’t understand. And even when I get confused I figure I can chalk one up to… Her. And yet, here I am, doing everything that I can to help and trying to enjoy myself in the process. Because I love you. Not in the mushy gushy way but in the I want you to be happy way. In the, sad you makes me sad, happy you makes me happy, I will worry about you when something is wrong kind of way. The way that doesn’t create complications, it fixes them. Because whatever is a happening is okay. I know we’ll have to talk eventually, but I need to stop dreading the day. I have no idea when it’s coming or where we will be as people when it does. I can’t worry about things I refuse to manipulate.
C’est la vie.
It’s nice to finally have something that’s all my own. I don’t have to tell anyone. Being an open book is so exhausting. I can keep my brilliant, wonderful, enticing and horribly bad decision to myself and love every minute of it. And I do! I need this so much right now. Sometimes being out for myself isn’t such a bad thing.
i will literally reblog this every time i see it
Jesse Mccartney covering I Write Sins, Not Tragedies
“He’s such a little douchebag”
im fUCKING PISSING HELP ME
“You fool. No man can kill me.”
How many times am I allowed to reblog this before it gets weird?
Fun facts: Tolkien constructed this scene because he came out of Macbeth thinking that Shakespeare had missed a golden opportunity with the ”Be bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to scorn the power of man, for none of woman born shall harm Macbeth” prophecy
Being letdown by Macbeth is apparently a significant factor in Tolkien’s writing because the Ent/Huorn attack on Isengard was the result of his disappointment that the whole “til Birnam Wood come to Dunsinane” thing was just some dudes holding sticks and not actual ambulatory trees.