Color my inbox -
Deep Red - I’m in love with you.
Red - I love you.
Pink - I think you’re cute.
Blue - You’re amazing.
Rose - You’re pretty
Purple - You’re hot.
Plum - I would fuck you.
Violet - I would date you.
Aqua - I could stay on your blog for hours.
Lavender - You are my tumblr crush.
Orange - I want to get to know you.
Tangerine - We have a lot in common.
Amber - I wish you would notice me.
Cream - I don’t talk to you but I really love your blog.
Beige - I don’t know you at all.
Yellow - I don’t like your blog.
Green - I don’t like you.
Olive - I think you are unattractive.
Brown - I hate you.
Grey - You scare me.
Black - Delete your tumblr.
White - FACEBOOK/SKYPE/other means of contacting you PLEASE
(Source: rpmissionboard, via misscrockershugeknockers)
Sometimes I do feel like my life is at a standstill. Maybe it’s time moving more slowly. When I’m not working, I usually don’t do anything. It’s what comes before work that motivates me to keep going. Her. She’s given me the drive to keep going. To see her smile. To hear her laugh. To feel her gentle, wanting touch. Yes, I am tired… but I’m happy. Happy to improve, to thrive, to have some sort of security. Day in and day out I work hard so that I can provide and build a future so that I can live on in a better situation. I look forward to next year and what it brings. I haven’t had this feeling of calm in such a long time. I can finally meditate again. My priorities are set. All I have to do is keep working but until then, I can’t wait to see her again. I don’t know what I’m feeling at the moment… but it’s a nice feeling. I’m tired of always settling for bullshit and having my toes stepped on… but I finally know what it feels like to be the good guy.
Well, I’m off for the night. G’night, denizens of the net.
Listen here.You know how you’re just willing to end your life over some petty bullshit? Yeah. You know exactly who you are. I’ve been there to talk you out of it. Obviously hearing you out about your pathetic life isn’t working and sugarcoating shit ain’t my style. Want the truth? Life sucks and then you die, but it’ll only suck if you let it suck the life and fun out of you. You pick yourself up, dust yourself off and move onwards. Friendzoned? Heartbroken? Depressed? Lonely? Suck it up. Nothing and no one is perfect and just because you’ve had either wasted chances or situations out of your control doesn’t mean things don’t get better. If you’re true to yourself and to those around you, those that’ll like you for who you are will welcome you with open arms. Those who don’t like the true you… well, maybe they shouldn’t be in your life, you think? All I’m saying is you can’t have ups in life without being down in the dumps every now and then. Nothing is worth dying for. Only living.