I'D RATHER BE SLEEPING
Actor, pianist, photographer, cat lady.
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"Everything in my head went quiet. 

All the ticks, all the constantly refreshing images just disappeared. 

When you have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, you don’t really get quiet moments. 

Even in bed, I’m thinking: 
Did I lock the doors? Yes. 
Did I wash my hands? Yes. 
Did I lock the doors? Yes. 
Did I wash my hands? Yes. 
But when I saw her, the only thing I could think about was the hairpin curve of her lips.. 
Or the eyelash on her cheek- 
the eyelash on her cheek- 
the eyelash on her cheek. 
I knew I had to talk to her. 
I asked her out six times in thirty seconds. 
She said yes after the third one, but none of them felt right, so I had to keep going. 
On our first date, I spent more time organizing my meal by color than I did eating it, or talking to her.. 
But she loved it. 
She loved that I had to kiss her goodbye sixteen times or twenty-four times at different times of the day. 
She loved that it took me forever to walk home because there are lots of cracks on our sidewalk. 
When we moved in together, she said she felt safe, like no one would ever rob us because I definitely lock the door eighteen times. 
I’d always watch her mouth when she talked- 
when she talked- 
when she talked- 
when she talked; 
when she said she loved me, her mouth would curl up at the edges. 
At night, she’d lay in bed and watch me turn all the lights off.. And on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off. 
She’d close her eyes and imagine that the days and nights were passing in front of her. 
But then.. She said I was taking up too much of her time. 
That I couldn’t kiss her goodbye so much because I was making her late for work.. 
When she said she loved me, her mouth was a straight line.. 
When I stopped in front of a crack in the sidewalk, she just kept walking.. 
And last week she started sleeping at her mother’s place. 
She told me that she shouldn’t have let me get so attached to her; that this whole thing was a mistake, but.. 
How can it be a mistake that I don’t have to wash my hands after I touch her? 
Love is not a mistake, and it’s killing me that she can run away from this and I just can’t. 
I can’t go out and find someone new because I always think of her. 
Usually, when I obsess over things, I see germs sneaking into my skin. 
I see myself crushed my an endless succession of cars.. 
And she was the first beautiful thing I ever got stuck on. 
I want to wake up every morning thinking about the way she holds her steering wheel.. 
How she turns shower knobs like she opening a safe. 
How she blows out candles- 
blows out candles- 
blows out candles- 
blows out candles- 
blows out-…. 
Now, I just think about who else is kissing her. 
I can’t breathe because he only kisses her once-he doesn’t care if it’s perfect! 
I want her back so bad.. 
I leave the door unlocked. 
I leave the lights on. ”

dancys:

@marvel Flattery will get you nowhere! Probably. Maybe. *looks the other way* 

cinemove:

Bright Star (2009) dir. Jane Campion

hands

How beautiful would it be to find someone who’s in love with your mind.
— (via llbbdd)

andrew-scotttt:

gnny:

the thing about living in australia is there’s always some weird animal making some fucked up noise outside your window

We’ve got that in England too but we call them chavs

é  37921  û    —    2:30pm

oopsipontmercyed:

Cosette Fauchelevent: 1815-1833

- Cosette with her Doll (1916), Léon Comerre
- Young Girl going to the Spring (1885), William Bouguereau
- A New Friend (1823), Sophie Gengembre Anderson
- The Flower Girl (1897), Jules Cyrille Cave
- Young Woman Reading (1856), Alfred Stevens
- Portrait of a Lady, Sir Francis Dicksee
- A Jersey Lily (1878), John Everett Millais
- The Unequal Marriage (detail) (1862), Vasili Pukirev
- Signing the Register, Edmund Blair Leighton

whydontihatemarrymyself:

astonishingly:

romeo thought juliet deleted her blog so he deleted his and she was so sad she deleted for real

é  96459  û    —    2:29pm

bethrevis:

you could kill a man in any of these dresses, and pretty sure no jury would convict you. those are killing-men dresses, that’s what i’m saying

strangergirls:

oy-eld-thankee:

I love how the other one is like “whoop, heres my ride”

Get in, loser, we’re going mopping

spookygeiszlers:

Just saw a girl in high heels long boarding to class. Godspeed, my queen.

é  112299  û    —    11:15am

"Dude, you just ran like 13 miles in 30 minutes."

cheezetits:

sweet-bitsy:

awwww-cute:

Went to a pet store today and saw this GIANT rabbit

So you decided to throw money at it like a stripper

stop the objectification of rabbits now

burndontfreeze:

thefreelioness:

The NYPD tried to start a hashtag outpouring of positive memories with their police force. 

If this were ever a bad idea, it was probably the worst idea for arguably the most corrupt police force in America. 

via Vice: