@ airport friend.. i forgot your name because i still havent slept but if you see this hmtfu… we talked about homestuck in public

edit: fixed it! i’m chill now

hey can someone get me out of the red until the 15th? i tried to put money in my paypal before buying the tablet and paypal decided to fuck me by charging my card instead of processing the fucking money i put in first. i will pay you back on the 15th, give you my dads cell number, give you my email or whatever you feel is good insurance. really not in a place financially where i can overdraft

bottle-of-emotion:

Small

Eyes bearing down,

From heights unseen,

Watching,

Criticising,

Yet still blind.

They gaze,

And stare,

Provoking,

Probing,

Unaware of the heart they see.

For “small”,

Is a strange pejorative,

Shallow,

And incomplete.

For these blind eyes do not see,

Not truly.

How could they ever?

For none could ever consider this man small,

For his heart,

His art,

His soul,

Speak volumes,

Far beyond anything an eye could see.

So he will grow,

And I will watch their eyes turn,

Twisted by their own incomprehension,

As he flourishes,

And I will learn.

Inspiration is a curious thing,

Yet it arrives,

All the same,

Borne by the most unexpected vessel,

And for this,

I am grateful.

He is not small,

No,

He is great of heart.