Three weeks absolutely dragged by so I could have one and a half days with you that were gone in a flash. I hate that I got so upset and couldn’t even see you out the window and wave goodbye. I hate that I’m twelve days away from seeing you, but it feels like one of my lungs was ripped out of my chest this afternoon. I hate that I got so used to you not being here that I almost forgot how amazing it was when you came home, only to realize it even more this weekend so my heart just started to hurt when you had to leave again. The work is piling up at school so these next two weeks before I visit are going to be even slower, and then I can only hope my four days in Buffalo will feel longer than they are liable to be. I want to go and do nothing with you, or spend a whole day walking through a museum, and see a movie. I want to spend time so slowly that I’m almost bored. Time just needs to be more consistent and go as slow as it does when you’re gone while I’m with you. I need this long weekend so bad. :(
isn’t there a part of the bible where god gets mad at a fig tree for not having any figs on it and curses the fig tree?
yeah there legit is that’s 100% true
Oh my god
last time we reblogged this we got anon hate from the christian community. You guys really are passionate about your figs.
Never gonna not reblog this.
"Martin doesn’t like acting, doesn’t like representing. He likes feeling, likes being. There’s enormous technique at play in his work. He can do almost anything and imagine himself into almost any situation and then, with enormous delicacy, present it for the camera. It’s so difficult to analyze how Martin Freeman works, but he’s better than most of us…”
-Sir Ian Mckellen