The oldest person alive was born on April 19, 1897, meaning that April 18th, 1897 was approximately the last time the Earth was inhabited by an entirely different set of people and if you don’t think that’s the realist shit ever then you can get right on outta town.
Is This A Kink I Have Or Was This Fic just Really Well Written; an existential crisis in three acts
a detailed list of people who have a crush on me:
Brittany Beech. My awesome most amazing girlfriend ever.
I’m so pathetic. I can’t like function on my own. It’s so sad. Like I say constantly how I don’t want someone to need to talk to me all day or hang out with me everyday or be like super clingy but I’m exactly that. I can’t even go one week. Shit. I can’t even go like three days. I just miss you so much. I just want you here next to me while I sleep. I just want to know that you’re present. I can’t even stand the fact that so many other people get to see you and I don’t. God. I say I’m not the jealous type but I so am. I trust you in ever aspect. I just don’t trust anyone else. I can’t. You’re mine and I am yours and that’s all I want. It’s like I didn’t have enough time with you. School ended too quickly. We talk every day and I’m still pathetic enough to the point where that’s not enough and I upset myself. I try to hold it together because I know you’re doing just fine. You’re so amazing. You’re so strong. I’m weak. I’m crying because I haven’t seen you in a whole week. I’m crying because I feel like you’re too good for me. You’re too beautiful. I don’t know how I got so lucky. I found someone who is so hopeless romantic like I am and now you’re so far away. I just wish there was like a knock at my door and you could be here. At least for a couple days. I hate school but I wish I was back there so I can spend my days with you again. And I keep having terrible dreams that I lose you to another person. Constantly. Over and over. Why am I so insecure. I’m so insecure that I don’t think I’m good enough for anything. I’m sorry. I hope I am good enough for you because you have been something spectacular in my life an I don’t want you to leave for a very long time.
— J. R. R. Tolkien (via thatkindofwoman)
