I love bedtime phone calls. The “I want you to be the last person I speak to tonight” calls. The “tell me all about your day and I’ll listen, completely enamored by your every word” calls. The “You’re the last person on my mind and the only person I want to dream about as I sleep” calls. I love them. They mean so much to me. Because you get to choose who you’ll last speak with, who you’ll lay in bed at night and open up to…no matter how far away they are. I love being that person for someone and having that same person be that someone for me.
you know since “fuck” and other swears have become such a regular part of my vocabulary they’ve begun to lose impact
so instead I’ve come to realize I’m using non swear words like “heck” for some sort of twisted ironic emphasis
I have come full circle
Probably the worst types of people are the ones that shut you down to make themselves look cooler than you, for example if you get excited and squeal and they’re like “woah what was that..” or if you talk loudly because you’re passionate about something and they say “relax dude wow” and then give a look… Like fuck off stop trying to act so cool and collected. You don’t seem more mature you just seem fucking boring and monotonously placid.
Heard the World- O.A.R