Remembering life is like looking at a puzzle. Each piece- each scene, event, person, feeling- is whole, but separate from every other piece. I can't understand how they all fit together. Which pieces form the corners, the sky or the logo on the very bottom right. Each instant is purely self-contained. My life is lived, puzzle piece to puzzle piece, not knowing where each goes in the grand scheme of the larger puzzle.
This is mostly a scrapbook of reblogs. All pieces of other peoples puzzles. You can find some of my writing here:
sinking sands
mine
we felt alive
the letter F
confession
tumblr is probably the only place where people have to come out as straight
true story.
(via mmmexicans)
AUGH EVERY DAMN TIME Bakura makes me tingle
… It’s getting to...point where I’m getting tired
*blushes* I am coming out on tumblr. I am straight. Is sad? XD Gurlll, you’re taken, and I can’t help ladies love me....
Do… *pouts quietly
But..you’re my moirail…and you’re taken…and so am I….*hides in corner cutely* I’m noooooooooooootttttt :’(
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY