She's an Angry Tiger

am a hurricane with a quick fist and a quick wit.

and I don’t care.

I get really upset about things.

THEN I REMEMBER THAT I DON’T CAAAAAAAARE

so you can s my d.

thanks c:

Inhale and exhale.  Feel the rhythm of your chest, the melodic ticks of your heart, each one sustaining your existence a bit further.  Reach out, out as far as your arms can extend and when you think you have found that limit, reach farther because I can assure you my dear that you are not bound by physical limitations.  Allow your mind to overflow and push yourself to reach the edge of your existence because it is at that edge where your dreams linger.  They bend with the currents of the wind ever so slightly, waiting for you to speed up, grow up, and catch up with them because they have been waiting for you before your fragile mind was even able to understand the concept of a dream, a wish, a necessity of fulfillment.  It waits patiently on the cusps of your thoughts begging for acknowledgement.  Stare through the haze and past the distractions until it comes into view.  Break out into a mad dash as if your very life depends on it towards the edge.  Keep pace as life tries to put boundaries in your way, trying to work against you.  And when you feel lethargic and apathetic, sit on the edge with your eyes on the prize, put your head between your knees and Inhale and Exhale.

“Guys we can’t be dicks back.”

“Yes we can.”

“AT LEAST PUT UP THE DEUCES.”

confused.

I will never fall in love with you. Don’t worry.

I am responding with a hurt wrist (I AM A WOUNDED SOLDIER, DAMMIT). 

I adore you so much that there is no amount of words that can completely define how far that love goes.  I didn’t think that someone like you existed; someone who understood me as completely as you do.  There are few moments where there isn’t SOMETHING around me that reminds me of you or directly pertains to you.  We have gone from awkward aquaintances to good friends to best friends to arguing to seperation to best friends and now we are coasting on that best friend line.

I love that I can call you crying about my insecurities and you understand because you’ve been there.  I love out questionable topics that we discuss in physics.  I love that you have hope in myself and my choices even when I don’t always have hope in myself.  I love that you pulled me to the edge and made me look at it and urged me to jump, not because you wanted me to, because you knew I needed to and that I could handle it and you still tell me that I can handle it today even when I call you sobbing as I tell you how afraid I am.

People ask how much they love each other in a way that they think it can be measured in units.  Like I love you 264 kg.   That’s not how it goes.  Love doesn’t contain a numerical value.  When a little girl tells her dad she loves him and he asks how much, she will hold out her arms as far as she possibly can saying “this many!”.  Even then, her holding her arms out is a limitless value, extending forever.  So when you or anyone ever asks me how much I love you, I will proudly hold my arms out as far as I possibly can and say “THIS MANY!” because that is my way of expressing that you are my best friend and my love for you is limitless.

Oh and tour life.  nbd.  Just saying.