BAD MUSES

After three years of blogging on tumblr I have just discovered the mega-editor and am going ape-shit with it. I feel so liberated.

Also, I think I try to cover my introversion with excessive extraversion. I guess that’s weird.

When people say that they miss me, I feel strange. As if they’re not allowed to miss me. Only I am allowed to miss people. I don’t know what people miss about me and that flusters me and makes me anxious and incredibly suspicious.

I get over it and realize how silly these thoughts are. Passing thoughts…

It’s like you know who I am and you miss me? Strange lot you all.

Words. I like words. They are a lot more romantic than anything in real life and they’re poetic.

But some people aren’t good at words. They’re better at feeling and how to make a person feel. Others, they’re better at thinking and thoughtfulness.

Sometimes words lack in actions. And yet I still have an affinity for the empty romanticism that words stand in for. And sometimes, sometimes words they pull through and…

eee i really want animal crossing. oh wait i need a 3ds first..

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