You are my gravity.

I haven’t used my Tumblr in, what, four months? Whatever, it’s been a thousand years in my book. 
I am hardly in contact with anyone on here, and yes, I feel a tad melancholy about such things. Guess what though, you guessed correct, I have a REAL life.
I was just going to warn you guys, and I you can unfollow me if you feel the need, that I am most likely going to weed through my followees and delete a handful that I don’t really talk to, or they don’t particularly strike my fancy; therefore making Tumblr a more private thing like it began. (I am aware that this is the internet and nothing is private, but you know what I am getting at.) Sorry for those of you that will see that you have lost a follower, and your heart will break in to a million little pieces like on Willy Wonka and the TV candy teleporter thingy. It’s nothing personal.

Deuces.

A petit mal seizure is the term commonly given to a staring spell, most commonly called an “absence seizure.” It is a brief (usually less than 15 seconds) disturbance of brain function due to abnormal electrical activity in the brain. Petit mal seizures occur most commonly in people under age 20, usually in children ages 6 to 12. They can occur as the only type of seizure but can also happen along with other types of seizures such as generalized tonic-clonic seizures (also called grand mal seizures), twitches or jerks (myoclonus), or sudden loss of muscle strength (atonic seizures).

I get these, and I can’t drive now until I grow out of it. Today was great, then I have to go to the doctor. :|

I need a friend.

(via brighteyesandbadgoodbyes)

DDD:

nicholasryann:

As I stared at my shoes in the ICU that reeked of piss and 409
And I rationed my breaths as I said to myself that I’d already taken too much today
As each descending peak on the LCD took you a little farther away from me
Away from me

Amongst the vending machines and year-old magazines in a place where we only say goodbye
It stung like a violent wind that our memories depend on a faulty camera in our minds
But I knew that you were a truth I would rather lose than to have never lain beside at all
And I looked around at all the eyes on the ground as the TV entertained itself

‘Cause there’s no comfort in the waiting room
Just nervous pacers bracing for bad news
And then the nurse comes round and everyone will lift their heads
But I’m thinking of what Sarah said that “Love is watching someone die”

So who’s going to watch you die?..

oh hi.
you love me.