ecmajor:

celestiawept:

sparklesintwilight:

…

It’s windy here… i guess i need to take a few steps back from the edge, i don’t want to slip.

If i ever go …down there… i want it to be my decision. No accidents…

I guess i’m not ready to go yet.

Or maybe i’m a coward.

I’m going to go home and put my letter to Her in the mailbox. I still haven’t, you know. …that’s pretty sad, isn’t it?

I’m going to seal the letter with a kiss. She won’t see that part - but my kiss will find its way to her unbeknownst. Maybe she’ll hold the envelope in her mouth when she picks it up.  That the worshipful paper vessel of my invisible adoration might be pressed against the very set of lips that haunts my every moment… it’s a thought that makes me smile while i walk back toward Ponyville and away from the brink of oblivion.

-BandAid

;___________;

i guess i’ll reblog this here too

Something to think about