Here’s an excerpt from the novel I’m writing.

..We get to class, and walk through the door. As I enter, I stop in my tracks. There is a girl stood over by the piano, and she is quite possibly the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. She has long, wavy, dark brown hair, the fringe of which has been clipped back with a little floral clip. She turns to face me. “Oh no, oh God, she’s facing me.” I thought. “She’s looking at me. What do I do? What do I do?” If only Rhod had taught me what to do when a beautiful girl looks into your eyes, I might have been fine. “Oh God, now she’s smiling at me. Smile back, you idiot!” I managed to crack my face and contort it into what I thought was a warm, gentle smile, that sort of said “Hello! Nice to meet you!” but knowing my luck, I probably looked like a bloated 3 year old who’d just soiled his pants after eating a particularly sour sweet.

Who was she?! Why hadn’t I seen her at the first class? She was so beautiful I swear I would not have missed her. Maybe she wasn’t in that day? I decided that my mission for this lesson was to find out about her. I don’t know how I was going to do that when I could barely smile at her, but somehow I was going to do it. The first step: Sit next to her. Luckily she had chosen a seat near the back with an entire free table behind her, so I went over and claimed it. I sat down, taking care that she wouldn’t notice I had not even taken my eyes off her. She was even more beautiful closer up..

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Tyler, you better read this queen ;)

I’m one of those old school tyleroakley fans. I remember the pimp cup. I remember the poopie. I remember him teaching us how to put a condom on nonconsensual inanimate objects. I remember the lean cuisines, the fannypack of pain, and even the PENDULOUS BREASTS (which got deleted for some reason.)

Basically, you bring me a great deal of joy, to this day, even though I’ve been around since 2006 or 2007. All I ask in return for my continued love, is that I buy you a drink (whiskey) next time you’re in London. Hit me up twink, I promise not to be a creep. :D

If you’re up for it, please @me on twitter @TomEWylde or DM me if you’re feeling saucy ;)

Haha in all seriousness, you’re the best and thanks for being the best.

Love, Tom

tyleroakley Tyler Oakley @tyleroakley

tomewylde asked:

Im so jealous of you, I would love to live/study in Sweden... And I'm British,... And you're gay.... And you're cute...... UGH YOURE PERFECT

Tomblr. Answer:

swedophile:

Haha, thank you!

I’m sure one day you will make it here. :) Just takes some determination!

The truth

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There once was a boy
He was normal, and mostly happy
And he wasn’t beautiful, and he knew it,
And he wrote it down so he would always remember,
Because it was the truth.

There once was a normal boy,
And he realised he wasn’t as happy as before,
And he wasn’t beautiful, but he could play guitar.
And he wrote it down so he would always remember,
Because it was the truth.

There once was a guitarist,
And he was beautiful, and he knew it.
And he still wasn’t as happy as before,
And he wrote it down so he would always remember
Because it was the truth.

There once was a beautiful boy,
And he liked guys, and he knew it.
And he was happy for a little while, but not as happy as before,
And he wrote it down so he would always remember
Because it was the truth.

There once was a man,
And he was normal, and unhappy, and he knew it,
And the notes he kept started to get to him,
And he tried to write another but he ran out of paper.
And he looked around his room and realised he owned everything, and nothing,
And he looked at his life and didn’t know what to do with it,
And he knew that he would always remember
Because it was the truth.

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