hardlybearable726 asked: You should post more of yourself, Tumblr is one of the few places where people will accept you as handsome no matter what you look like. :D
I’m not worried about being seen as handsome or anything, I just really use my tumblr to archive porn, but I think I’m going to get into actually using it for writing and things.
Advice from Adventure Time (Bulletin Board)
“Dude, sucking at something is the first step to being sorta good at something”
- Jake the Dog
“I know who I am and I’ll know what I want if and when it ever comes along.”
- Fionna the Human
“This cosmic dance of bursting decadence and withheld permissions twists all our arms collectively, but if sweetness can win, and it can, then I’ll still be here tomorrow to high-five you yesterday, my friend. Peace.”
- Royal Tart Toter
“Sometimes you see things that are real, and other times it’s like crazy, crazy, crazy, in your face, all the time.”
- Ice King
“When bad things happen, I know you want to believe they are a joke, But sometimes life is scary and dark. That is why we must find the light.”
“No one flicks me in the butt without my consent.”
- Finn the Human
“People make mistakes. It’s part of growing up and you never really stop growing.”
- Duke of Nuts
“Sometimes you want someone and you want to kiss them and be with them, but you can’t because responsibility demands sacrifice.”
- Princess Bubblegum
“I pay attention to things I see you being all about.”
- Prince Gumball
“Bad biscuits make the baker broke, bro.”
- Jake the Dog
“Everything small is just a small version of something big!”
- Finn the Human
“Even if we like each other, we’re still going to hurt each other.”
- Flame Princess
Best advice in my life.
Reasons AT is my show of shows.
But I just got to it today. The goal was to write for an hour and this is as far as I got. Sorry for the shittiness.
I liked a boy yesterday. I don’t rightly know the chances of him reading this, but I’m trying to be honest, and to be honest this is the only thing I felt beside nauseous yesterday. He was just kind of there when I woke up.
When I woke up I was still drunk. I had the feeling that my roommate was angry about something— maybe he was yelling—, but by the time I got out of my bed and came downstairs the only people there were this guy and a passed out rugby player on my couch.
We talked, maybe. My house was pretty clean for hosting an impromptu party the night before. There was still a cup here and there, the lights were out in the basement, the floor seemed sticky with the watermelon Kool-aid that no longer occupied the empty Jim Beam bottle on the pong table, but of everything that comprised yesterday morning I still can’t find the sounds to them. I remember him smiling at breakfast and it giving off the weird warmth that people expel when they smile genuinely, like they’re breathing clean air. It’s the smile of a profound sadness finding contentment. We didn’t actually pay for breakfast— I didn’t get anything to eat until we got back to my place. I was still kind of drunk on the drive to, walk down the block, drive back. He fixed my drink when I spilled it beating eggs.
It may seem like I’m projecting, filling in the silence with the pictures of a perfect situation, but I’m not. By looking at his face you can see his depression: over-generalizing, cynical, vacant with an eternalized loneliness. He hates almost everything I hold dear to life and he’s straight. If there’s anything I’m not, it’s delusional, but for one day I met a guy who was probably as lonely and blindly searching as I am, he had a warm smile, we got breakfast. I don’t get that everyday.