yearning & unlearning

You are the cure to everything that is too loud and too bright.

You are more than everything else. 

I’m the only one and so are you. 

I don’t know who anybody else is and I don’t care. 

I am so lucky to get to be this lucky. 

I like not thinking about anything else. 

Being good to you is my favorite pastime. 

I never get used to how good it is.

There is nothing like it and I’m glad there isn’t. 

I wake up thinking of you. I fall asleep thinking of you. 

I hope I get to sit next to you all day. 

I literally wish being a conservative was as stigmatized as conservatives think it is

I was gonna reblog but op ur url is shit

Not as shit as your choice in hills to die on

Good one

thank you

I wish being a communist was as stigmatized as commies think it is

I wish I could throw a brick through my screen that could hit you so hard that it hits your head, bounces off your thick skull, and smacks into your router so hard you have to get into your truck with the NRA sticker on it, drive to the Walmart that dominates your local economy, and buy a new one.

You are the cure to everything that is too loud and too bright.

You’re the raft and everything else is the violent sea.