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..