He turned and left silently, and she cried, thinking he wouldn’t accept her. About an hour later, he came back with a gay pride flag and a stuffed animal dolphin and said, ”Did you know 40% of the dolphin population is gay?”
It's one thing to ask me to delete a picture of you if you're the primary person (or one of them) in it
It’s another to go through my Facebook photos and ask me to either delete or shop you out of every single picture you even remotely appear in.
I’m sorry, I respect your wishes but I can’t do it; no one even fucking looks at you or for you in those pictures. They’re not OF you. You just happen to either be in the background or be in the way.
You’re friend with my friends; you’re going to sometimes show up as a blurry person in some of the pictures, because you’re hanging around them when I take their picture. I didn’t even notice you were in them until you pointed it out.
So. No. Sorry. That’s not going to happen. I’m not getting rid of awesome/silly/happy pictures because you’re antisocial, emo, and unwilling to be the slightest bit flexible. Stay out of the way of my camera next time. You’re not blind; you can see when I have it out. And no one else seems to care.
I am a stuttering, stumbling fool with my words, and someday you won’t be around to catch them when they fall over themselves. Who will be there to set it all straight again, if you’re the one to knock it askew?
No, I’m not permitting myself the pleasure of a breakdown; that would be too easy. Instead, I’ll pretend. Pretend that this doesn’t bother me as much as it does. Pretend I’d rather be a segment than an over-arching part. Pretend. Fake it ‘till you make it, isn’t that what they say sometimes?
I want this all to take two steps back and rewind a day and a half to where it was all as perfect as that mythic glass slipper. (But glass scratches, even if it refuses to shatter, doesn’t it?) I’ll ignore it, and I’ll let you twirl me around the dance floor until the battered slipper breaks upon my foot. Then maybe I’ll let you carry me, and we’ll forget the slivers of it all in our skin until your arms give out and we both fall out of balance.
Then the shards will open us up. Maybe after that we can be honest.
There are some wonderful writers on Tumblr and I have the pleasure of following several of them!
And I feel like I owe it to them to pimp their work out to the best of my ability xD Since they’re so spectacular. So here are some wonderful writing projects, both finished and ongoing, here on Tumblr.