Toast & Bananas

In case you haven't noticed, I can't be fucked with this shit right now. Tumblr is bullshit.

Hi Tumblr.

Life right now consists of not walking but trying to which is a fucking waste of time, going to school, getting flirted with and having to explain that I don’t want their skanky asses, eating fucking Taco Bell and In-N-Out but not gaining weight and shit like that.

I can eat without gaining weight just because I shit it all out.

You’re welcome for that, I know you all give a shit about my shit.

I met Sarah Chalke.

Best moment of my life ever. Except for sex and cake. I like how cake and sex go together in my mind. But fucking hell, I fucking love that woman. You do not want to know what was going down (or up as the case may be xD) in my pants. Fuck yeah. I won’t tell you what I said to her but I got hugs and kisses and I think she may have detected my boner.

Mission accomplished.

So me and little james went to the hospital today, after college

onlyforshelly:

carnagecomplete:

turns out that y’know james’ heart thing?

well its not good, now hes to shy to just openly admit it, but its bad,

the docters said that he has 6-12 months before it comes deadly serious

james has a rare blood type, so finding if needs be a heart donor is going to be hard.

i just thought i’d all let you know,

I’m not trying to be a pessimist about this, but a friend of mine recently had a heart lung transplant and he had been on the list for, uhm ten years or something and only when he moved to the US again, did he get a donor. James, I hope you will be alright. No one needs this kind of shit.

I’m going to presume that was me because it fits the criteria. Chances are this guy won’t be on the list as long as I was though because if he’s in the UK and is a UK citizen or whatever, they won’t fuck him around as much as they fucked me around.

FUCK THIS.

onlyforshelly:

raddfayce:

That is all I fucking have to say.

What happened? D:

Nothing happened.

I’m just fucking fed up with this fucking bullshit, day in day out of all the same fucking routine. Nothing is fucking changing even though I’m trying so fucking hard. I don’t even fucking have time to live anymore and yet it’s still all the fucking same. I don’t know why the fuck I’m still wasting my time.

FUCK THIS.

That is all I fucking have to say.

Life is mundane.

It revolves around friends, school, missing Holly and going to physio. That last one is taking it over.

I cannot walk. At all. With support. I cannot fucking do it. It fucking sucks. Walking isn’t a necessary skill.

I've started school, by the way.

I’ve established a group of fucking awesome friends, my cousin’s in a lot of the same classes as I am, even the fucking football and baseball team like me on account of the most popular guy in school almost running me over and pretty much everyone here has grown to like me. It’s really pretty fucking awesome. I’ve also got girls who like me. GIRLS LIKE ME.

I love school here. It’s fucking awesome. It’s amazing to be back home, where I have always fucking belonged. But there’s one thing I miss: kisses in study periods. I wish Holly were here.

Holly.

I know you’re going to read this so I thought I might as well write it specifically to you. No fucker else is going to care about this shit.

I know I’ve said a million times in our phone conversations and texts and emails and everything that I miss you but I never think you will comprehend how much. I’m not a romantic guy, you know that. I fucking hate seeming like I’m weak or codependent. But I fucking miss you more than I ever thought possible. At the risk of sounding poetic, it feels like someone’s gone and fucking ripped half of my heart out. Half of my heart is here and the rest is with you. I lie awake for fucking hours hating the fact that you’re not lay there right by my side, like you were all summer. You made this summer better than any summer I have ever had before. Better than the ones I told you about where we would waste the days skateboarding and going to shows. Way fucking better. Because I had you.

And now you’re there and I’m here and I don’t know what to do anymore. It fucking kills. It’s physically painful to be away from you. I fucking hate the way this makes me feel, I really fucking do.

I wish August would have lasted forever.

I love you x