dear fucking tumblr
this is a fucking bumblebee
this is a fucking bee
this is a fucking hornet
this is a fucking wasp
as you can fucking see the longer their legs are and the less fuzzy they are is equivalent to how fucking evil they fucking are
I feel like I just watched a step by step pokemon evolution
When I say “please don’t take a picture of me” it’s not because I’m being bitchy and stubborn, it’s because if I see that picture I will seriously feel so bad about myself and think I am the ugliest thing on earth and sink a little deeper into self consciousness and hatred.
What men don’t understand is that women are FIERCELY PROTECTIVE of underage girls because we remember when we were young and some adult man made us uncomfortable or manipulated us or was inappropriate with us and we were powerless.
People always tell you that when you fall in love, ‘you just know.’ As a kid I always wondered how that could be possible. You can’t know something you’ve never felt. And I never understood why no one would ever tell me what it felt like to be in love. Do you get butterflies? Does the world really stop, and do the birds sing?
I believe there is a difference between loving someone and being in love with them, and I think I loved you the moment I saw you. But falling in love with you? That’s been a learning experience.
I don’t know when it actually happened. Was it so slow I didn’t notice, or did I just ignore the signs? But there we were, sitting in a dark corner of my favorite book store. And you were reading and we were laughing and for a moment I realized I never wanted that second to end. I wanted to freeze time and I wanted to watch you laugh forever. I suddenly wanted you to know what I wasn’t sure of myself.
I think the reason nobody ever tells you what being in love feels like is because no one knows. Love isn’t some set definitive, you can’t pull it out of the dictionary and expect it to apply to you. And I think I realize that now. Nobody ever tells you, because it’s always changing and evolving. I’ll never love you the same as I do this instant, because we’re constantly changing as people. Different days and thoughts and interactions with our environments.
Some days my love for you makes me want to sing from rooftops, and smell the roses. And some days I just want to sit in comfortable silence with you. And some days I want to flick you off, because you’re a huge, adorable jerk and I hate you.
What I’m beginning to realize though, is that love doesn’t feel like anything, because love isn’t a thing. It’s a person.
I don’t think I ever fell in love with you. I think love walked right into the room, offered his hand and asked me to dance."
— J. B. 'You Pushed Me And I Can’t Get Up' (via hopeless-syntactic)