“I love you, more, I think, than I know, but our kind of love isn’t a sword. It’s a light. Not a fire. A small light, just bright enough… In time it will go out. So do all fires, if it’s any comfort. Love me, and look at me, and remember me, as I’ll remember you. There’s nothing more.”
— Peter S. Beagle, A Fine & Private Place (via shitiunderline)
today a dude slammed my finger on accident because he was closing a metal drawer i had my fingers in and i was on drive through and i literally screamed into the headset and the lady just kept ordering her drink as i was trying to hush down three different LOUD MEN SAYING “OH MY GOD WHAT DID HE DO TO YOUR HAND”
pros of dating me: that's because why the fuck would i? it's not doing anything it's just sat there i will escort that spider safely elsewhere and everybody will just be fine with no unnecessary arachnodeath