I can’t escape this now

unless you show me how.

Just finished HIMYM… Wow.

It’s over.

It’s finally over.

22.

Yikes.

I’m going crazy…

All I want to do is constantly wear sweaters

and cry

and be held

and protected

and maybe hold hands…

because I like that, for some reason-

not in a romantic way or anything…just…in an … “I’m here” kind of way

What the heck is wrong with me.

I’m freaking nuts.

I’m not a person who let’s themselves be taken care of, or protected.  I don’t let my guard down easily - rarely does it ever happen at all.  The people I trust enough to not be okay around I can count on one hand.  The people I trust in any capacity will almost certainly not surpass two.  And that’s the highest number that’s ever been.  I’ve lived most of my life under the philosophy that anything can be done by one person so long as they’re trying hard enough.  Whatever man can do, woman can do…except produce sperm, that is.  Independence is the forefront of just about everything for as long as I can remember.  The idea of having someone to depend on, to trust, to be vulnerable with, to build a life with…that’s not something I’ve ever been able to comprehend.

So then, what happens when things change… What happens when you’re tired of being so closed off that it actually seems to be damaging you.  What happens when you actually want to let someone in, but nobody really wants to come.  What happens when you’re ready, but at the same time, you’re not.

What happens when everything you know … changes.

asian:

justdorothynodandridge:

Kayden’s first time experiencing rain (x)

oh my god

(Source: tatymaslany)

(Reblogged from asian)

herestonow:

ghost hand (late night astronomy remix)

just up late playing around in photoshop and after effects

(Reblogged from herestonow)

GUYS,

I TAUGHT TONIGHT AND NOBODY DIED.

(Reblogged from ihatemyparents)