#catwomvn

Falling in love with your best friend isn’t all fast heartbeats and weak limbs. It’s deeper than that. It’s a sense of security, tranquility, safety. A warm fire during a winters night. You feel it in your very bones. Home. And when that love is unrequited, the flames die out and you’re left in the bitter cold - homeless. That is felt in your very bones, too. And I don’t know which is worse.

Your gifs give me life

I fucking love seeing ur URL "beefybucky" on my dash bc it reminds me that Bucky is indeed Beefy™ and that knowledge makes me happy :'))

You are my greatest passion and greatest sorrow; my ultimate love story and ultimate downfall.

i, forever the wound you, forever the sutures i, will never obtain.

And maybe that’s why I’m constantly empty, bored, and unfulfilled. This life is not enough for me, not enough to hold my imagination. Sometimes I feel like there is a gift or ability or something locked in my mind. They say we only use 10% of our brain’s capacity. I often wonder what difference 1% would make to my life. Maybe then I wouldn’t feel so empty - maybe I’d even be special? Maybe maladaptive daydreamers are so caught up in their own heads because they’ve used 1% more of their brain. Maybe they’ve tapped into the time and space continuum. Maybe their realistic dreams are alternate universes. Maybe multiple personality sufferers have unlocked the key to the human body. It’s fact that the personalities can altar body chemistry according to the specific characteristics. What if the reason they are so feared is because they are the road to evolution? Maybe borderline sufferers are empaths - not emotionally unstable. I mean, look at the state of the earth. The bad outweighs the good, maybe borderlines just have keener sensitivity to that. Maybe sociopaths and psychopaths and schizophrenics are more in tune with the world; they see it for what it really is. Maybe the government are all lizards and maybe the moon is a hologram. Maybe everyone is a liar and maybe I’m special after all. And maybe I’m not. Maybe I’m just sick. The world, my family, and myself it seems, believe in the latter.

IF WE WERE DATING WE WOULD YODEL ABOUT CHRIS EVANS ON TJE DAILY (like every 5 mins) AND I WOULD TAKE U OUT TO AN ARCADE AND WE WOULD TAKE CUTE PICS AND EAT BOMB ASS PIZZA bc I bloody well love ya