It's a Bohemian Rhapsody Out There...

- No! God no!! Not the comfy chair!!
- Yes... the comfy chair...


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fiztheancient:

snaxattacks:

Watching this movie repeatedly during formative years of my adolescence probably explains a lot about what kind of adult I became.

i love kung pow so much

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rainyliciouss:

OLDNESS

Some people say: I hope I die before I get old.

What do you think about it?

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Lowly thoughts on unreciprocated love

She’s the only one that makes me feel inadequate just by being there. Her mind excites me. She’s the only one that fits. The only one that makes sense. I know it’s unreciprocated, I know if she knew how I felt it would kill that which we have now. Next week I get to drink wine and spend hours hearing about her sexual and other exploits overseas, I’ll tell her about mine here, and I’ll play the pubescent fool hoping, maybe, for a kiss at least. That sometimes happens, but I don’t know what it means to her. Either way, she’ll never know how much it hurts me that we’re not together.

Worse, I know that this is pathetic, and ‘clingy’, and wrong, because she doesn’t want a relationship from me. But I so desperately want one from her, and it makes me sad. For now I’ll just have to be content with the possibility of a stolen and meaningless (to her?) kiss. I’ve been told I should just tell her how I feel, but it would literally end the friendship. Or maybe I’m wrong, but she won’t tell me. I wish I were in love with someone more willing to be open about how they feel. But like the Shakespeare she so often recites in conversation, love is a smoke, and is made with the fume of sighs. /sigh

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capsicumming:

i am sorry for hurt u

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