Anonymous asked: Would you rather be a god, be born a human and go through that whole radioactivity/mutation thing and become a superhero/villain, or continue to be your normal self? Explain
this is really odd and random, and i thought you were anne for the longest time so i didn’t even bother answering this. haha sorry anne. but i think i would much rather continue to be my normal self, because once you’re a superhero (or a super villain) people will begin to forget that you’re human. and that is such an awful thing—to think a person is more than a person.
i will tell them i’m with you.
it’s a bit unconventional, a bit naive, a bit impractical. everything about this is stupid but that doesn’t mean it’s wrong.
so i’m taking that and running with it.
may 4th, 2013 was just another weekend. ;)
no but really, this was the best night ever. thanks for the memories guys.
better, not bitter
April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
spring break 2013, it’s been real.
"Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but “Mom’s” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else. But just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breathe in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes."
- The Winter of the Air (via freecocaine)