thinkin of life

I’m so tired of saying goodbyes. Please don’t make me say it to you too.” She murmured sleepily.
“Would it hurt less if you don’t say it?” I asked.
She shook her head. “No.” She shook her head again. “It will be always the same. Sometimes worse.
—  Excerpt from the book I’ll never write #43
Little Melbourne Things
  • frantically topping up your myki so you get to your train on time
  • the disgusting toilets at flinders st
  • the macca’s on swanston street
  • the giant pocket watch clock at melbourne central
  • THE JESUS BIKE
  • all the coffee is great
  • having to walk a million kilometers to get to a vline platform
  • “it looks like it’s gunna be hot today i’ll wear cooler clothes…well fuck it’s raining now”
  • the ptv mates
  • wondering wtf occupies 90% of the flinders st building because it all looks abandoned af
  • theres always somethin goin on at fed square
  • taking a tram instead of walking for 10 minutes because youre just too lazy
  • dont even think about taking the train between 4 and 6, you will SUFFER
  • the tram noise
  • flying half way across the tram because it’s suddenly stopped
  • the really weird mix of old and modern architecture ??
  • the giant chess board out the front of the state library
  • HSPs…!!!!
  • the dread in your heart when you hear your myki get declined
  • tHE COFFEEE IS SO GOOD LIKE CMON
  • getting horribly lost like mate you better know where you’re going bc i am sick of walking
When it comes down to it, he’s the only one I want. He’s the only one I can imagine myself with. His hands are the only hands I want to hold. His lips are the only lips I ever want to kiss. His voice is the only sound I want to fall asleep to and his eyes are the only sight I want to wake up to. He’s the only one I think about when a love song comes on the radio and he’s the very last thought running through my head before I drift off to sleep. He’s the only person I could see myself happy with.
Maybe we’ll meet again, when we are slightly older and our minds less hectic, and I’ll be right for you and you’ll be right for me. But right now, I am chaos to your thoughts and you are poison to my heart.
I love you’ means that I accept you for the person that you are, and that I do not wish to change you into someone else. It means that I will love you and stand by you even through the worst of times. It means loving you even when you’re in a bad mood, or too tired to do the things I want to do. It means loving you when you’re down, not just when you’re fun to be with. ‘I love you’ means that I know your deepest secrets and do not judge you for them, asking in return that you do not judge me for mine. It means that I care enough to fight for what we have and that I love you enough not to let go. It means thinking of you, dreaming of you, wanting and needing you constantly, and hoping you feel the same way for me.
I have completely fallen for you. Everything you do, everything you say, everything you are. You’re my first thought in the morning, you’re my last thought before I fall asleep, and you’re almost every thought in between.

It always saddens me whenever I see an edm post and half the urls are deactivated or simply not there

It makes me think abt the ppl behind those blogs, who were they? Did they have tumblr friends? Are they still friends with each other? Are they having a good life? Do they remember the edm fandom in a good or bad way?

Whatever the case is, I hope they’re having a good life outside of tumblr and still get excited over these boys.