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#TheDawnWillBreak

The first time I saw her, everything went quiet.

All the ticks, all the constantly refreshing images just disappeared.

When you have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, you don’t really get quiet moments.

Even in bed I’m thinking:
Did I lock the doors? Yes.
Did I wash my hands? Yes.
Did I lock the doors? Yes.
Did I wash my hands? Yes.

But when I saw her, the only thing I could think about was the hairpin curve of her lips…
Or the eyelash on her cheek—
the eyelash on her cheek—
the eyelash on her cheek.

I knew I had to talk to her.

I asked her out six times in thirty seconds.

She said yes after the third one, but none of them felt right so I had to keep going.

On our first date I spent more time organizing my meal by color than I did eating it, or fucking talking to her.

But she loved it.

She loved that I had to kiss her goodbye sixteen times or twenty-four times if it was Wednesday.

She loved that it took me forever to walk home because there are a lot of cracks on her sidewalk.

When we moved in together, she said she felt safe, like no one would ever rob us because I DEFINITELY locked the door eighteen times.

I’d always watch her mouth when she talked—
when she talked—
when she talked—
when she talked;
When she said she loved me, her mouth would curl up at the edges.

And at night she would lay in bed and watch me turn all the lights off…and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off.
She’d close her eyes and imagine that the days and nights were just passing in front of her.

Some mornings I’d start kissing her goodbye but she’d just leave cause I was making her late for work.

When I stopped at a crack on the sidewalk, she just kept walking.

When she said she loved me, her mouth was a straight line.

She told me I was taking up too much of her time.

Last week, she started sleeping at her mothers place.

She told me she shouldn’t of let me get so attached to her; that this whole thing was a mistake.

But how can it be a mistake that I don’t have to wash my hands after I touch her?

Love is not a mistake, and it’s killing me that she can run away from this and I just can’t.

I can’t go out and find someone new because I always think of her.

Usually when I obsess over things, I see germs sneaking into my skin. I see myself crushed by an endless succession of cars. She was the first beautiful thing I ever got stuck on.

I want to wake up every morning thinking about the way she holds her steering wheel, how she turns shower knobs like she’s opening a safe.

How she blows out candles—
blows out candles—
blows out candles—
blows out candles—
blows out—

Now I just think about who else is kissing her.

I can’t breathe because he only kisses her once—he doesn’t care if it’s perfect.

I want her back so bad.

I leave the door unlocked.

I leave the lights on.

OCD by Neil Hilborn [x] (via frankie-wolf)
mylittlebig-world-of-my-mind:

take-me-tom-hiddleston:

ship-it-all-the-way:

jadedfalling:

sickledsnake:

itsdorkgirl:

gravemakers-and-gunslingers:


BOND is a tiny touch module. It can be a pendant or a bracelet but it comes in pairs. You keep one and you give one to a friend. When you touch it, your friend feels it. No matter where they are on the planet. We don’t do tweets, we do tickles.

we need this

gonna put it on my dick

THAT IS NOT THE INTENDED USE SIR

This is actually so cool because some people wear bracelets and necklaces and things as comfort items. I used to wear a necklace from my grandma to remind me of her and I would touch the pendant on it when I was feeling down or stressed. So imagine (if she were still alive), every time I did that she would know I was thinking of her, drawing strength from her.
And then imagine poking it and the other person feels it and pokes back and you end up in a real life facebook poke war.

I would send messages in morse code

magine you and your best friend have one. When the friend dies, he/she is buried with the bracelet. A couple weeks later, you feel someone touch your wrist.

Well this escalated from cool tech to perverted hilarity to something heartfelt then finally something out a creepypasta

mylittlebig-world-of-my-mind:

take-me-tom-hiddleston:

ship-it-all-the-way:

jadedfalling:

sickledsnake:

itsdorkgirl:

gravemakers-and-gunslingers:

BOND is a tiny touch module. It can be a pendant or a bracelet but it comes in pairs. You keep one and you give one to a friend. When you touch it, your friend feels it. No matter where they are on the planet. We don’t do tweets, we do tickles.

we need this

gonna put it on my dick

THAT IS NOT THE INTENDED USE SIR

This is actually so cool because some people wear bracelets and necklaces and things as comfort items. I used to wear a necklace from my grandma to remind me of her and I would touch the pendant on it when I was feeling down or stressed. So imagine (if she were still alive), every time I did that she would know I was thinking of her, drawing strength from her.

And then imagine poking it and the other person feels it and pokes back and you end up in a real life facebook poke war.

I would send messages in morse code

magine you and your best friend have one. When the friend dies, he/she is buried with the bracelet. A couple weeks later, you feel someone touch your wrist.

Well this escalated from cool tech to perverted hilarity to something heartfelt then finally something out a creepypasta

Reblogged from redburitto