February 2012
So-Lame, Massachusetts: Abigail (poem) →
Abigail (poem)
I stroke her hair as she dreams,
Her dreams,
This little gift of peace I give.
One moment’s rest from
The hurricane of terror
Her poor eyes will wake to.
Oh, Abigail; how I wish I could save you.
Abigail, I am your angel-
I see your tarnished, wretched, lonely soul-
Abigail, my dear, I wish you could know
God’s plan works in ways
You could not possibly understand.
You,...
When I start talking about my obsessions:
whimsical-ducks:
itsalrightilltakecareofyou:
My parents:
People at school:
My friends:
People on tumblr:
^ this except for like one of my friends… the only person I can fangirl with lolol
“It’s a big bluish green man, with a strange looking goatee. I’m guessing that’s...”
– Riley Poole (via ageekygirllikeme)
“When are we gonna get there? I’m hungry. This car smells funny.”
– Riley Poole (via ageekygirllikeme)
waitalonelylifetime:
doesnt ringo just remind you of a basset hound aw
alexbluewald:
sometimes i look at the things trending on twitter and sigh for the human race
THIS IS HOW I TELL PEOPLE ABOUT MY FANDOMS
