You’re not tired of dating; you’re just tired. You’re tired of bearing the weight alone. You’re tired of an empty apartment and dinner for one. You’re tired of ricocheting off yourself and slugging shots at the bar. You’re tired of playing dress up with no one to dress you down. You’re tired of the excruciating loneliness that creeps onto tingling skin, begging for touch like sucking for air. And so am I. So is she. So is he, and that girl, and those boys, and so many other people you see on the train, in the market, across the table. But we keep doing it because it’s worth it, because it’s everything, because for all the awkward hellos and terrible dinners, there’s one flawed masterpiece who’s singing your harmony…Dear DateByNumbers on CollegeCandy (via datebynumbers)
I’m heading to Walk About NYC on Friday. HERE IS MY ITIN(erary).
I am going to the Tumblr Headquarters.
WHICH MEANS DREAMS ARE COMING TRUE.