I can never sleep
my inability to sleep, bleeds out of my eyes and onto the screen in which tumblr awaits; when they meet, time stops
This will sound lame, I'm sorry! Cyr, I've learned so much from you. You've taught me that it's okay to be weird, and it's okay for me to be smart. When I want to speak my mind, I don't have to bite my tongue. From you, I've learned how to laugh again (because for the longest time, it seemed like I had forgotten how). Sometimes, you've made me laugh when I felt like crying. Other times, you've just been a shoulder to cry on. I just want to thank you for being in my life when I felt very alone.
This is a reminder to myself, that each and every single person who watches me, is an entirely different person, with their own meaningful lives, with love, with sadness, with happiness, and grief. With stress, and like any human, a question of purpose. As a content creator, and as a business man, it’s easy to see numbers and get caught away in them. Many YouTubers do. “Let’s hit 100k followers.” Do you think they’re recognizing those numbers as people? And it’s all we see all the time. But it just takes clicking on one of those numbers to open up an entire new interesting life of someone who loves, and is so supportive, and deserves to be loved back.
MANDO WHY THE FUCK DID U REBLOG THIS
Because I can and it’s Cyr
Omfg no have you lost your marbles I haven’t crushed on him forever I can’t afford this
IT’S BECAUSE I GOT OLD DIDN’T I
This morning I found this paper in the mud outside. It reads:
"God Michael, I loved you like the sun, moon, stars, but you turned out to be real"
I actually do wonder if you’re real sometimes. I need to find out soon I think
I didn’t think the world still fell for things like this. Sigh.