sometimes tumblr’s US-centric social justice makes me so fucking frustrated. Right now sweden’s third biggest party are literally neo-nazis and our elections couldn’t even get onto trending tags today, goddamit.
Okay, so the post is…
I love the rain. I love how it softens the outlines of things. The world becomes softly blurred, and I feel like I melt right into it.
Dear cute friends: why are you all so adorable? I just want to pinch your cheeks (and make out with them given permission), play video games, watch shows, and cuddle (and maybe fuck with permission). Yeah I’m a bit weird, but hey, at least I’m honest. Also, I really just wanted to wane off any people who shouldn’t be reading this lol.
Dear friends that are awake at the best times (like midnight), you should message me, or better yet text me (message me to get my number), and if you live nearby, we should have crazy midnight adventures where we do absolutely nothing, but we feel alive!
Dear crush: Yo, sorry shit didn’t work out in us getting to hang out, I tried like three different times to hang out with you because you’re a lot cooler than you give yourself credit for (and oyu’re super suPER SUER CUTE OMG). I know you’re friends with some exes, but the fact that I had the strength to almost ask you out (and sort of inadvertently ask you out) shows that I’m getting stronger, so thank you for that at least.
Dear ex I wanted to be friends with: I’m sorry we can’t be friends apparently; for a while I thought maybe we could be, but you have no intention of it for now, which is good, because the reason why I didn’t want to get back together is because I felt like you deserved someone better; your scars on the outside, and mine are the inside, you let yours show, but mine will never know, the light of day, and the lies I say. I’m hoping I can stop having flings, and find the right people at the right times, because you were a right person at the wrong time for me.
Dear me: I am so so so so so so so proud of your accomplishments, you’re dealing with near breakdowns at such a better level than you used to, and you’re actually trying. You’re still as afraid as you’ve ever been, but you know you can do it. Stop, take a breath, and love yourself; apparently some people think you’re cute.
& Dear anon: Why did you feel the need to use anon? Who are you? Are you uncomfortable showing yourself? Do I know you? Are we friends? Can we be friends? I’d like that if we aren’t; friends are a weird thing that you can’t really ask to be, so it’s hard to be friends with a grey circle with cool shades. Nice shades btw, they hide yo face real well.
Dear future: come at me, bitch!