Hnnnnnng
Oh dear glob, I just wasn’t to fill all of my piercings with all of these.
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Detail of new work!!
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New sensual muse!!!
Jim’s response? Right here.
Wanna know something real?
I don’t mind not being made the happiest woman on earth as long as you don’t contribute to me being the most miserable woman under the sun.
(via yunzi)
I realized today that I hold the belief that I feel therefore I am, because no matter what state I am in, my emotions usually govern my behavior. The problem here is that I have known very deeply for so long that my feelings are invalid.
The anxiety has been really bad lately, and the depression that goes along and intertwined with it is rearing up again as well. Its a fucking stone cold bummer.
I’m in love with you. Yeah, it’s that bad. You’re so beautiful to me. Shut up, let me tell you, let me. Every time I look at your face, or even remember it, it wrecks me. And the way you are with me, and you’re just fun and you shit all over me and you make fun of me and you’re real. I don’t have enough time in any day, to think about you enough. I feel like I’m gonna live a thousand years cause that’s how long it’s gonna take me to have one thought about you, which is that I’m crazy about you. I don’t wanna be with anybody else. I don’t. I really don’t. I don’t think about women anymore. I think about you. I had a dream the other night that you and I were on a train. We were on this train and you were holding my hand. That’s the whole dream, you were holding my hand and I felt you holding my hand. I woke up and I couldn’t believe it wasn’t real. I’m sick in love with you. It’s like a condition, it’s like polio. I feel like I’m gonna die if I can’t be with you and I can’t be with you, so I’m gonna die and I don’t care cause I was brought into existence to know you, and that’s enough. The idea that you would want me back? It’s like, greedy.
The Office ended last night. I am sad. So I must Office spam.
John Krasinski wrote what’s inside the card at some point prior to us shooting the scene for A.A.R.M. and it is a private message to his co-star and dear friend, Jenna Fischer. They are the only ones who knows what it says. She read it for the first time when he gave it to her in the first take we shot and I can tell you that judging from her emotional response, it’s really something special.
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