Tell your heart heads up
Tonight was good. Really good Freaking Mute Math! I touched him! And danced with him. How great. I feel bad, though. That should have been Davey’s experience, not mine.
I hate that I have nothing to say. Nothing comes to mind, no sentences form. Nothing. And I hate it.
I honestly don’t know or get why Tumblr makes everything gay like seriously WHY.
Not going to lie
beethlauren: 2012 has started off pretty shit
“Come to the edge.” “We can’t. We’re afraid.” “Come to the edge.” “We can’t. We will fall!” “Come to the edge.” And they came. And he pushed them. And they flew. Guillaume Apollinaire, 1880-1918 French Poet, Philosopher
Into The Deep Dark Void.