ppl always ask me “”what are you going to do with your degree”“ and “"if you wanna get a PHD how do you plan on paying for it"" and ""where are you gonna move after college"" but here is the thing:
i am very powerful and cute and im gonna float through this world one day at a time. please leave me alone.
When she is sad:
Ask her to dance. Take her hands and pull her up off the ground. She is fluid like water, like the wind and rain. Watch her twirl, round and round, as though she were a tornado.
Sing her a song. She will rest her head on your chest and laugh. ‘You can’t even sing’ she will say, but do not stop. Do not stop until she is begging for your silence with her lips on yours in muffled gasps.
Tell her a story: that time when you were five and fell into a pond and almost drowned. Tell her you are so glad a passerby dived in and saved your life because otherwise you would never have met her.
Sit in silence and trace the veins in her neck with your tongue until she sighs and whispers ‘you are keeping me alive.’ Say that she is doing just fine on her own but hold her a little closer and tighter anyway; she needs it.
"It’s okay. It’s okay to be sad." Sometimes these are the only words you need. Pepper her tear stained cheeks with kisses and say " it’s okay. I’ll be here. I’ll always be here."
"Thanks," he said quietly, "for always being there. For putting up with all of this," he motioned, "for putting up with me."
She was thoughtful for a while.
"Maybe that’s what love is," she shrugged, slipping her hand in his. "Looking at someone and thinking, ‘what’s with this guy - he’s the biggest twerp in the world’. And rolling your eyes while knowing full well that after a long day his arms are still the perfect home.
"And maybe that’s exactly it." She said, "knowing he’s a dork and loving him anyway. Maybe it’s as simple as saying ‘I know you’re not perfect but you’re mine, and I’d choose you today, tomorrow and everyday after that.
"I hope," she nodded, "it’s as simple as that. Because I’d still choose you today, tomorrow and everyday after that."
"It is after all," she said, "brave, to need somebody."
"It is brave, to willingly open your heart and to invite scrutiny of your soul. And it is brave to show darkness and trust him not to escape with all of your secrets."
"And it is brave to try," she whispered, "when growing up, all they teach you is how to stand alone. So I will let myself need him and I will allow my fingertips to learn the cracks in his ribs. Because even if it kills me I would rather feel daggers than to live in cotton softness.
"After all, what is life without a little death?"
Are you a fisherman because I think you’re a reel catch
You spelled real wrong.
Throw this one back into the water boys we’ve got ourselves a city slicker
r u ever like damn i hate my body but then ur like life is an illusion i’m floatin around on a rock trapped in an orbit around a ball of flame in a vast & largely unknown universe where death is unescapable who gives a shit ???
HAHA HOLY SHIT