The One They Call Andrey
Chasing Amy

Somewhat similar, somewhat accurate. It doesn’t bother me until it does. Obviously I have nothing to be worried about, but for some reason my mind always goes to the worst things. I can’t even voice my concerns or feelings either because I know what it will bring - what it almost brought.

It’s not even that. I feel like there’s resistance on one end because of how I might react. Even if I did react badly, I can’t do anything about it so much like everything else that’s made me frustrated, annoyed or fed up, I’ve ignored it and let it go.

I don’t like pressure and I don’t like giving pressure. Which is why I withhold from it. I’m the happiest person in the world and there will always be things I don’t like, but what exactly can I do except let it happen?






have you ever read something that killed you inside? like a text message or someone’s status. everything was going fine until you accidentally came across something you didn’t want to read. or you found out something you were better off not knowing. it’s almost as if it was posted just to purposely hurt you. but you constantly read it over and over again to torture yourself. 


I am so thankful. I am so happy. I am so optimistic about the rest of my life, because I don’t see it with anyone but you.

You’re the one. You’re all I’ve ever wanted and more. You’re all I’ve ever needed and ever dreamed of. I will never hurt you, lie to you, disrespect you or act negatively towards you.

Every song lyric relates to you. “This Modern Love” makes me think of you every time. Every loveable word or reference is immediately linked with you in my head. It’s scary to be where I am because what happens if it doesn’t go how I plan? I don’t know, and hopefully I never will know.

It’s way too soon for social construct to decide, or even you. But if “yes” was guaranteed, I’d do it right now without a second thought.

Then in contrast I see in someone else a liar. I see a cheat and someone who is so afraid of facing reality, they hang on to a safety choice. You don’t love her, you can possibly love her after everything.

It’s not fair on her, it’s not fair on anyone. The fact you still think negatively after 4 years is a bad sign. Get out now while you can. It wouldn’t be right for anyone.


oh my god you don’t understand how much i want to kiss you

or watch movies with you

or fall asleep with you

or drink coffee with you

or cuddle with you

or hold your hand

or go to amusement parks with you

or watch concerts with you 

or bake with you

i want to do everything with you 



Rosetta Stone

My heart broke into tiny pieces when I read the Rosetta Stone tweet.


I think I’m bipolar. Something in me just snaps and causes me to drift from sheer happiness and positivity to depression and self loathing. God knows where I’d be if I didn’t have tumblr to write my thoughts. ‘Sup guys. How you doin’?”

Glad to have some people in my life, who actually desperately care enough for my well being. This past week has been terrible for an emotionally scarred human being such as myself. It hasn’t helped one bit. But people have been concerned enough to worry and wonder what’s wrong. I love you guys. Even when you’re half way across the globe it’s nice to know I mean so much to some people.

Even when I reach the lowest of the low, you’ll be there. I don’t ever want to get there, because I feel that I’ll burden you. But the concern is enough for me. It takes me a while to get out of the low times, but when I’m out of it, no matter how brief, it’s always the best of times.

The number 23 means so much to me, for many reasons. It’s easily going to be a theme for a tattoo I want.

Thanks guys. You know who you are. Me loves you, I’m trying to get better but it’s hard. I can’t really describe emotions. Most of the time I can’t even be bothered to do anything if I’m down enough, even respond to your messages of worry (apologies, it’s just how I am in those situations).

It’s good knowing no matter how fucked up you are, people still love you

Break me

What was left when that fire was gone? I thought it felt right but that right was wrong. All caught up in the eye of the storm and trying to figure out what it’s like moving on. And I don’t even know what kind of things I said, my mouth kept moving and my mind went dead so I’m picking up the pieces now where to begin? The hardest part of ending is starting again.

I know what you wanna say, I know it but can’t help feeling differently. I loved you and I should have said it, but tell me just what has it ever meant?

Even if you’re not with me, I’m with you

I won’t always love what I’ll never have, I won’t always live in my regrets

I’ve been wrong so many times, let’s be realistic I’m only a statistic to you 

I tried to be perfect but nothing was worth it, I don’t believe it makes me real, I thought it’d be easy but no-one believes me, I meant all the things I said 

I am yours now, truthfully

My temperamental mind decides that I’m the enemy, welcome to Oblivion

I’m tired of all the war you bring home, I command a higher devotion

Some of my favourite and most relevant lyrics in my life. Maybe that could give most of you an insight into my shattered mind, how I think of myself and those around me.


Sometimes you stop talking to someone because you keep telling yourself that if they wanted to talk to you, they would.