lol i hate today’s era of absolutely zero nuance takes. a friend didn’t behave exactly as you’d wanted them to? cut them off. a guy didn’t text you back instantly bc he has his own life? he’s just giving you breadcrumbs. doing something makes you uncomfortable? don’t do it anymore. someone isn’t instantly available for you? disinterest. just absolutist statements that often don’t apply to the multilayer situations of everyday life. like. stop. literally just stop it

Cas: i love you 🥺

Dean for the past few days on tumblr dot com:

Photos of 1954 Chevrolet Corvette Corvair concept car.

my theory is that ppl my age are like this because we were unintentionally brainwashed by the windows media player visualisations.don’t know with what. but it had an effect

spilling a drink is one of the deepest pains imaginable. the loss of delicious liquids. the knowledge your adult ass needs a little no-spill baby sippy cup. now you have to clean instead of enjoy your delicious beverage and pray that the ants dont discover youre a god damn fool

u don't understand it's like u want to gif and then u think about flopping and then u think notes shouldn't matter and then u think it's nice to cross 200 reblogs that aren't just u and then u think what's the point if it's already gifed and then u think that u should gif whatever u like and then u think for what and then u think for ur happiness and then u look at the notes again

the worst is wanting to create and create and create but being trapped in a body that is so so so so tired

boss makes a dollar, I make a dime, I read rpf on company time

hey (with the intention of spending hours lying beside each other on the grass, pointing out fantastical shapes in the clouds).

i avoid printers at all costs but deep down i think i should've been a printer. life so easy. i sit there all squarelike and when someone has a minor task for me i goFUCK YOU

it’s just that –
my days seem to be so much lighter when you’re around.
easier, and brighter too.
it’s much harder to deal with everything alone.

not alone, not quite
(because this is not a tragedy after all)

but it’s hard to believe
that we’re still underneath the same sky
that the stars you’re looking at 
are the same i’m watching 
when it’s 2am and my heart doesn’t let me sleep
because it’s too heavy from missing you.

and it’s hard to understand
how i can be whole and not-whole at the same time;
like a part of me is missing
that has never been a part of me before.

because i am my own person.

i don’t need someone to complete me
– and still: it doesn’t feel like my heart is here with me quite yet.

– how do I stop my thoughts about you from drowning out the world around me? (k.s.)

That strange feeling of longing when you are at a train station, in a 24/7 open market, when you are buying a coke from a vending machine, watching the city lights glow from your window, when you're walking aimlessly on a busy street after 5 pm, that feeling as if something is missing in your life and it will never come back although it was never there in the first place; that inexplicable urban sadness.