When you start to really know someone, all their physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in his energy, recognize the scent of their skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That’s why you can’t fall in love with beauty. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and body but not your heart. And that’s why, when you really connect with a person’s inner self, any physical imperfections disappear, become irrelevant.
I have found that the average tumblr user goes through 3 distinct stages:
- the “i just got an account and i have no idea what im doing how do i find blogs how does any of this shit even work” stage
- the “OMG TUMBLR IS THE BEST THING OF ALL CREATION HAHAHAHAHAHAHA SUCK IT FACEBOOK LOL ALL OUTSIDERS ARE PEASANTS” stage
- and, finally, the “i fucking hate this website and everyone on it but i dont know how to leave” stage
do you ever have to backspace a reply because
our friendship level is not ready for that
my afternoon routine includes: walking in from school, grabbing food, throwing my bag down, laying on my bed eating then falling asleep until dinner.