Everything started when my hands touched yours.
And I’ve done such sad things with my hands since then and I know you have too.
And I know we’ll find light in smaller hands than ours one day soon.
And I hope our hands grow old in each others.
If not, then why have hands, at all.
Whose idea was it to schedule a highly technical 2 hour training immediately after lunch?
Advanced Wi-Fi troubleshooting is definitely a morning subject.
|—||Junsei/Synn (via 69honeybeez1)|
- at the end of Here Comes the Boom, right?
I’m so emotional lately, I think maybe my cycle has synced up with the women of Tumblr.
What’s up with that?
But I mean, manly crying, you know…
Beer and ice cream, that’ll fix it.
Circles in a Circle, 1923. Vasily Kandinsky (1866 - 1944). Oil on canvas
Chatting with 2 different women in 2 different time zones, simultaneously, is hard on my brain. One is from the future, one is from the past.
I’m gonna need all the beautiful babes in my life to move to my time zone, please.
PS - One of them is my mother, and we’re talking about golf. It’s okay, you can be jealous.