It’s time we part ways my first tumblr.

Maybe I’ll come back to you.

But I have a feeling it’s not gonna happen.

IF anyone is interested in following my new one, I’ll hook you up with my new one.

I’m going back to my world and out of this fantasy in my head.

5,000th post.

I want this played at my Funeral, tis decided.

My last Laura Post on this blog.

But the sting dulled the pain of everything else.

So it’s rad

Hopeless

Everybody says it’s just another decay of the soul
But I know I’m a hopeless follower of anything to take me
Away from this hole in the ground
I found it’s hopeless clinging to a feeling
Like a fish on a line, so blinded by the lately
Hopeless, no more saying that there’s no more time.

I’ve was trying far too hard
To be what I thought I should be
I was playing wild cards and
Seeing things that weren’t in front of me
Like a little tiger, play fighting,
I was hurting myself, again and again

Because I’m hopeless.

Nope, but I found it.

I’ll be in my corner for a bit.

eighthwonder-oftheworld:

Mark: Date? It wasn’t a date. What are you talking about?
Doug: You went out with her, right?
Mark: We had dinner.
Doug: Well…
Mark: She started two days ago. I was just you know, being nice.
Doug: So it was like a mercy date?
Mark: Of course not. It was like an introduction, that’s all.
Carol: Orientation.
Mark: Exactly. Thank you Carol.
Doug: Date.