I refuse to go numb




Do you ever wonder whether people would like you more or less if they could see inside you?


If people could see me the way I see myself - if they could live in my memories - would anyone, anyone, love me?

penny-hartzs replied to your post: penny-hartzs replied to your post: don’t let me…

I DON’T HAVE A TAG BUT I SENT YOU A MESSAGE AND OFFERED TO MAKE ONE JUST FOR YOU

RIGHT SORRY I REMEMBER

YES YOU SHOULD PLEASE. I CAN’T THINK OF ANYTHING CLEVER RIGHT NOW. 

UGH BEING CLEVER IS HARD. 


bugsandfairies:

HOW CAN ANYONE EVEN CHOOSE???!!!
WHO MADE THIS???!!! 

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mattandkaz: imperfectandchaotic: penny-hartzs: AU meme → two other characters played by Matt&Karenstruggling actors/musicians in Manhattan There are days when you want nothing more than to pack up and find something else to do with your life. Sometimes you think you should trade in your guitar for a stethoscope and fulfil your mother’s wish of another doctor in the family. Today is one of those days, until she walks in.  Your fingers slip from the strings with an awkwardly loud “twang,” as your vision fills with red. The red scarf that trails from her slender neck makes yours go dry. She’s leaning over the counter to order from Alex, Alex who owns this cafe and got you off playing the curb half a block from here, who calls you sweetie and leaves you a third of the tip money every night, and who is winking at you with that infuriating smirk as she looks at this girl whose face you can’t see for the curtain of her glorious red hair.  And then something catches your attention; the student who hangs out here every day (and tips so generously) is typing furiously on her laptop, which is open to what looks suspiciously like Tumblr even though even you know she should be studying for midterms. You catch yourself then: your throat is still dry as you clear it and try to regain a little motion in your limp fingers.  Arthur, another regular, ever-so-slightly tips his coffee at you, nodding his black-framed glasses in the direction of the cafe’s newest patron. You incline your head. Of course you’ve noticed her. At last your brain sparks back into attention, which allows your hands to play while the rest of your mind follows the woman across the room.  It’s a good thing you’re a great multi-tasker, because as she sweeps her hair from her face (her nails are painted the bluest blue ever) and sits down by the window with a coffee, all your nerve endings nearly short-circuit altogether. She has to be the most beautiful person you have ever seen. Her eyes-green, hazel, maybe? You’re too far away to tell-catch the light. Your heart actually aches.  You tear your gaze away, trying to focus on this song that’s already forming beneath your fingertips. The chords are all major, bright and pleasant, which is more than can be said for most of your compositions.  Alex is smirking again. Your favourite student looks up, a bemused sort of expression on her face. You wink at her, which causes her face to redden adorably and duck back to the table. The woman is bobbing one foot as she turns pages of what looks like a script.  You play a little faster to match the rhythm of your heart. It feels like a victory. The time of your normal break comes and goes, but you’re not feeling weary in the slightest.  She does this thing where one eyebrow goes up and her nose scrunches. You’re almost overcome with how utterly smitten you are.  You don’t even know her name.  When she gets up to leave, you try not to stop playing. She smiles at Alex and presses a crumpled bill into her hand. Something flips inside your stomach. She paid for the coffee at the counter hours ago. Which means… Stupid Alex and her stupid smirk.  The next day, the woman is back again.  The next day, she smiles at you.  That day, you know that someone would have to pry this guitar from your cold, dead fingers.  It takes you another week to muster up the nerve to speak to her.  Her name is Karen. 

mattandkaz:

imperfectandchaotic:

penny-hartzs:

AU meme

→ two other characters played by Matt&Karen
struggling actors/musicians in Manhattan

There are days when you want nothing more than to pack up and find something else to do with your life. Sometimes you think you should trade in your guitar for a stethoscope and fulfil your mother’s wish of another doctor in the family. Today is one of those days, until she walks in. 

Your fingers slip from the strings with an awkwardly loud “twang,” as your vision fills with red. The red scarf that trails from her slender neck makes yours go dry. She’s leaning over the counter to order from Alex, Alex who owns this cafe and got you off playing the curb half a block from here, who calls you sweetie and leaves you a third of the tip money every night, and who is winking at you with that infuriating smirk as she looks at this girl whose face you can’t see for the curtain of her glorious red hair. 

And then something catches your attention; the student who hangs out here every day (and tips so generously) is typing furiously on her laptop, which is open to what looks suspiciously like Tumblr even though even you know she should be studying for midterms. You catch yourself then: your throat is still dry as you clear it and try to regain a little motion in your limp fingers. 

Arthur, another regular, ever-so-slightly tips his coffee at you, nodding his black-framed glasses in the direction of the cafe’s newest patron. You incline your head. Of course you’ve noticed her. At last your brain sparks back into attention, which allows your hands to play while the rest of your mind follows the woman across the room. 

It’s a good thing you’re a great multi-tasker, because as she sweeps her hair from her face (her nails are painted the bluest blue ever) and sits down by the window with a coffee, all your nerve endings nearly short-circuit altogether. She has to be the most beautiful person you have ever seen. Her eyes-green, hazel, maybe? You’re too far away to tell-catch the light. Your heart actually aches. 

You tear your gaze away, trying to focus on this song that’s already forming beneath your fingertips. The chords are all major, bright and pleasant, which is more than can be said for most of your compositions. 

Alex is smirking again. Your favourite student looks up, a bemused sort of expression on her face. You wink at her, which causes her face to redden adorably and duck back to the table. The woman is bobbing one foot as she turns pages of what looks like a script. 

You play a little faster to match the rhythm of your heart. It feels like a victory. The time of your normal break comes and goes, but you’re not feeling weary in the slightest. 

She does this thing where one eyebrow goes up and her nose scrunches. You’re almost overcome with how utterly smitten you are. 

You don’t even know her name. 

When she gets up to leave, you try not to stop playing. She smiles at Alex and presses a crumpled bill into her hand. Something flips inside your stomach. She paid for the coffee at the counter hours ago. Which means…

Stupid Alex and her stupid smirk. 

The next day, the woman is back again. 

The next day, she smiles at you. 

That day, you know that someone would have to pry this guitar from your cold, dead fingers. 

It takes you another week to muster up the nerve to speak to her. 

Her name is Karen. 


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So I’m in Scotland.

It is very cold.

Paris was everything that is beautiful about the world. 

I’m gonna go buy warm sweaters and huge scarves now. 


My London hostel is booked.

That’s it. 

I’m ready. 

Sort of. 


(Source: crazygirlfromhell)


Oh my god.

theamazingspidermans:

imperfectandchaotic:

Minnie just said I sound like the Doctor when I blog. 

And she’s disappointed now that we’ve spent weeks Skyping on video that I sound like the ridiculous girl that I am. 

Not disappointed more like…surprised that you´re not a bow tie wearing alien.

I don’t know whether this is sad or flattering


oh my god so 

remember that time amber posted my tags on a DW gifset?

yeah that post just reappeared on my dash via someone awesome

and the tags are still there. 


escapetothemoon started following you

OH MY GOD LETICIA WHAT ARE YOU DOING

AVERT YOUR EYES

IT’S TOO UNQUALITY HERE

WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON. 


I KNOW BUT THEY’RE JUST SO PRETTY AND THEY’D BE PERFECT FOR EUROPE GAH CAN’T AFFORD ANYTHING AND IT SUCKS.  can’t even use my stupid 50% at work because must save. though I really need new black jeggings. 

I KNOW BUT THEY’RE JUST SO PRETTY AND THEY’D BE PERFECT FOR EUROPE GAH CAN’T AFFORD ANYTHING AND IT SUCKS. 

can’t even use my stupid 50% at work because must save.

though I really need new black jeggings. 


OMG GUYS.

Someone reblogged a graphic of mine and said:

BLESS THIS POST. 


janinkler101: painted these :)

janinkler101:

painted these :)

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