ME

June 3rd, after six flags.
You held me the whole ride home from the park.
I woke up to a text telling me you’re ok.
You send a long text, after i ask how to help.
Worded so perfectly.
All i read is ‘lay off.”
It hurts.
I want to argue.
YOU were the one initiating touch more than me.
YOU were the one holding me in the car.
YOU were the one looking into my eyes.
YOU were the one saying you’ve never been happier.
Instead i tell you I understand, and i crawl into bed alone.
Because i do understand.
I just wish i could be angry.
Im just frustrated that i care so much.
I want you to be happy.
Thats why i told you in the car, even if you’re not mine, even if we dont talk,
Just knowing you’re alive will make me smile.

asherthealmighty:

Ok tumblr, I need your help.

I saw iron man 3, at 9:45pm at Tanger At The Arches in Deer Park. I waited until the end, at the LAST SECOND, someone cried out SCIENCE BROS!  I saw the row and noticed it was two girls. I, being the creep you followers know me to be, waited for them to exit their aisle and i smiled “Hey, I like your shoelaces.” One girl looked confused, but the other, short straight reddish hair and a castiel like trenchcoat looked to her friend and said “its a tumblr thing” and we talked briefly about how the president can do without his shoelaces. 

Her friend pulled her away from the creepy fat man in the glasses and she looked over her shoulder and called out her url.

I have attempted 

“babelbabe”

“babylonbabe” 

“bababumbabe”

and in case you were wondering none of those were taken and all sound similar an hour after you are told the url. A shit ton of “b” sounds and vowels is all my brain remembers.

I was told to follow her and at no time did it occur to me to tell her my FAR SIMPLER URL.

So. Can you help me?