ink is not a quality blog 2k12

DO YOU EVER SIT THERE AND WONDER LIKE??? HAVE PEOPLE ACTUALLY HAD CRUSHES ON YOU AND YOU NEVER REALIZED IT LIKE WHAT IF THEY HAD THIS BURNING PASSION FOR YOU BUT NEVER SAID ANYTHING FOR WHATEVER REASON AND INTERNALLY SCREAMED OVER YOUR EXISTENCE AND ALL THE LITTLE THINGS YOU DID JUST LIVING YOUR LIFE WOW

DO YOU EVER JUST SIT THERE AND THINK ABOUT HOW JOHN GREEN’S QUOTE “i fell in love like you fall asleep— slowly at first, then all at once” IS SO FRICKING TRUE BECAUSE ONE DAY YOU CAN JUST BE MINDING YOUR OWN BUSINESS THINKING “hey wow that’s a cute person” then BAM sudDENLY YOUR ENTIRE LIFE JUST GOT SUCKER PUNCHED IN THE FACE BY CUPID THE FUCKING WIZARD

sighs can i just

watch movies with someone and wear each other’s clothes and playfully insult each other and cuddle on the couch and wrestle and go to coffeeshops together and bookstores and dick around in the neighborhood wal-mart and buy like 20 pounds of candy and go home and eat the whole thing together 

then in the morning when we’re both sick we’ll just lay there and complain about being sick and call ourselves idiots because we are 

when i was in third grade i remember hearing somewhere
“when you become a true writer, it changes everything about the way you read. you’ll never be able to fully immerse yourself in the story, because you’ll always be analyzing things, noting plot elements, and thinking about how it applies to your own work.”
at the time i was kinda like
aw man well that sounds like it sucks, i don’t think i like the idea of that
but looking back now
i realize that i do that with everything i read now and its GREAT
i LIKE breaking down all that stuff and i can still enjoy the story, maybe even moreso than before
wow writing is cool :’)

“you just got SERVED” whispered the teenage blogger as they made a sassy retort to someone on the social networking site tumblr.com. suddenly, the door bursts open. several men in dress shirts walk in, name badges clipped to their lapels. “WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE” screams the blogger as they whip out metal platters and lift the lid. on it lies a single butchered text post. it has been served.