Watching Courage the Cowardly Dog for days…
Now: Last of the Star Makers 

~I don’t see why we can’t swing by my place beore going to the beach.
Because you live 5 hours away and I’m not going to travel around the fucking state to go to NC.
~Why can’t you just come down here for a week?
You’re asking me to go back down therefor a week? NO. I’m not going down there until you hold your end of the deal by coming up here. I see my sister every couple of years.
~Well, my parents are paying for my flight back so they obviously want to see me.
Well, your parents and I last saw you at the same time.
~blah blah blah
Seriously, don’t fucking come. Go back home once you reach Morgantown. I don’t even want you to come up anymore.
~But I want to see you.
Obviously not bad enough. 

“It was only two weeks after not seeing each other until he said he missed you and had to see you. It’s only been a week since you’ve seen each other, right? Give him a couple more weeks. By the time his field camp ends, he’ll be feeling it. And if he doesn’t come, then go to the beach and have a great time.” -Momma

My momma gives the best advice and completely understands me. 

Dumb ass boys. 

I swear, men are nothing but grown babies. Sometimes without the “grown” part.
 

annie-in—wonderland:

reblogs only, no likes!
must be following me
-bolding 2 randoms in the list!
must reach quickly.

Every time I walk into my room, I try to be quiet so I don’t wake Dazei up. Then, I remember….

Interviewer: Why can’t you be alone without Yoko?

John Lennon: But I can be alone without Yoko, but I just have no wish to be. There’s no reason on earth why I should be alone without Yoko. There’s nothing more important than our relationship, nothing. And we dig being together all the time. Both of us could survive apart but what for? I’m not going to sacrifice love, real love for any whore or any friend or any business, because in the end you’re alone at night and neither of us want to be. and you can’t fill a bed with groupies. It doesn’t work. I don’t want to be a swinger. I’ve been through it all and nothing works better than to have someone you love hold you.

~ Can I call in a hour or two? Is that cool?
Sure. But I’m two hours ahead of you.
~Is there anyway you could just stay in Martinsburg for that week?
No. I’m maid of honor. And I love the beach. Not skipping.
~Is there anyway you could just drop me off at my house?
No. We are riding 81 the whole way and you’re no where close to that.
~Can we just skip the beach because I dont know your dad well.
No. You don’t know him well because you bitched out the weekend you came up so that’s all your fault. Not mine. Also, not my problem.
~(blah blah blah)
Just don’t fucking come then. Go home once you get back.
Fuck.
Like, it’s really not that freaking much to ask. We are not going to wait til marriage to meet my family.

Finally picked up her toys and her snuggle scarf from under my bed. Oh boy, it’s going to be a rough night.

Night time is the worst. That’s when I feel the loneliness.