I ACTUALLY HATE THE FEELING WHEN YOU CAN TELL YOURE LOSING INTEREST IN A SONG YOU REALLY LIKE
Well my 5 months with Elijah is coming up on Sunday and I’m much too impatient to wait to make a post. I’d say all of the cliche things that people usually say whenever they’re writing a post about their significant other, such as “oh I love him so much, he means the world to me”, but meh, that’s just too vanilla. So I’m going to put it how it is.
It may just be our 5 months, but I know these feelings that I feel about Elijah mean something; and it’s something phenomenal. I’ve known him for a while now, and over that time we’ve gotten to know each other very well. We started out as a small spark and a cold coal, which isn’t much; it can’t heat someone up on a cold day. But over time, with loving care and patience, a brilliant flame has kindled between us, which warms me to the heart. I wouldn’t trade him for anything— all of the world’s riches, infinite knowledge, being the world’s most famous artist— they all mean nothing to me compared to him.
He is the reason I get up every morning with a smile on my face even though I usually wake up from nightmares in the middle of the night. The reason I stop crying whenever I’m seriously upset. The reason my anxiety and depression aren’t as bad as they used to be. The reason I make a serious effort to make something impressive out of myself, instead of telling myself that “it’s not worth it” like I used to, a while back before I met him. Why? He’s there for me. He’s… him. Beautifully, uniquely, Elijah. The most amazing guy that I have ever had the honor to hold hands with.
He’s not perfect, but heck, that’s the beauty of everything. He doesn’t pretend to be perfect, and he doesn’t try to be prince charming, and I love that. He’s real. So beautifully true to himself, and just knowing that I’ve got someone so special in my life, well, it keeps me optimistic. It keeps me going. I get a jolt of euphoria every time our eyes lock. Every time I hear his voice, or his name mentioned, or when I read the notes that he’s written me, or whenever I hug the stuffed animal that he gave me. Those late night conversations that we have, where he’s playing video games and I’m just listening to him yell at the game, and I’m quietly giggling.. I live for those. There isn’t much dialogue between us, but God, I’d rather listen to his voice than be alone.
Elijah is the one person that I would do anything for, just to see him smile. Gah, that smile.. It just.. it makes me melt. It’s infectious, but not in a gross way. When he smiles, I smile even wider, because I know I’m doing something that makes him happy. When he smiles.. It breaks down that wall that I had built to isolate myself, a long time ago. Every time he smiles, every time he laughs.. Another brick is tossed aside and a part of me that no one has seen in a while is set free.
I could go on and on. I could write over three-hundred-and-something pages of me doing nothing but gushing over how much I adore Elijah. But I’ll spare you the rest of the details, since I don’t have enough time in the world to explain myself fully, and there aren’t enough words in the dictionary to do so either.
So, to put it short,
Elijah, I love you.
i think the saddest people always try their hardest to make people happy
because they know what it’s like to feel absolutely worthless
and they don’t want anybody else to feel like that
This Is How A Teacher Grades Your Exams
i tried so hard not to reblog this but in the end i lost to the fabulous
EVERYONE PUT THIS GIF ON YOUR BLOG IMMEDIATLY IT WILL PROTECT YOU FROM THE VIRUS!!
I am George
THE FOURTH GIF
HE’S FUCKING SNEAKING PAST LIKE
oh man this is gonna be bloody perfect