I don’t know what’s worse, being sad or being exhausted? All I know is that I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired.
current mood: oprah running on hot coals
Dietmar Voorworld is an artist who takes rocks, pebbles and leaves he finds in nature and turns them into memorable pieces of circular land art.
This drives me mad. I used to work in a bookstore, and was talking to my coworker and he just yelled out “stop flirting with me!” at this ridiculous volume and it was humiliating because
1. I wasn’t
2. I got in trouble for acting unprofessional
3. He embarrassed me in front of a line of people
4. And he only stopped insisting that I was flirting when my boyfriend (who is now my husband) said, “dude, trust me, she’s not flirting with you” to him
That asshole respected my BOYFRIEND saying I wasn’t flirting more than he respected me saying it and I was the one who was talking! The whole scene got me in trouble at work. And the most ridiculous part is we were talking about a fucking book. In a bookstore.
One time, my ex boyfriend had a crush on some girl, and said that he thought he might have “a chance” with her.
When I asked him what made him think that, he said “Well, she talks to me.”
And this is why it is so difficult to be a girl and be friends with men who are attracted to women.
Can we also add that this is why a lot of women do the resting bitch face when out in public. Cause dudes swear a glance or a smile is flirting.
This happened to me once. A dude that sat next to me in Chemistry class conversed with me about zombies and I excitedly joined in. He interpreted my enthusiasm about zombies as me liking him. Like what. Hold the phone dude I just fucking enjoy zombies ok
This is why I don’t bother dating anymore.
I’ll give you a man.
I’ll give you substances.
See if you can make it work.
I’ve thought about suicide.
I don’t know if it would mean anything to say.
As long as you know I’ve always been selfish,
At least it would’ve made sense anyways.
I hate being depressed. Really. Fucking. Hate. This.
Dreamt of the purge. Shotgun blast through the window; smell of sulfer and blood. One shot in the head, the rest still alive. Another game of Russian roulette waiting to happen. Children running around the streets at night shooting pellets and stabbing each other in the legs to see who will fall first. First to fall is first prey, getting eaten alive by a cannibalistic society of money grabbers and blood guzzlers. Wouldn’t have guessed that mommy and daddy would leave their child behind, but we all act in survival when needed. “He never had a chance anyways.” Abortion is just normality. We believe in survival of the fittest so strongly that we punch our brethren in the face for possession of their last penny. We are a race full of hypocrites, saying greed is corrupt but we all live off of it.
I’d take a life only to feed a love again, to become completely obsessed with another sport. I’ll give you a head start run before the hunt begins and I don’t want your money or your heart, but your head as a mantle piece and your body as a rug to fuck on. It’s the obsessive mindset that keeps the bodies in the closet or on the wall, and they’ll multiply in time for the hunt must go on…
It’s a dog eat dog world and they’ll break your arms and legs if it means personal success. If every day was a human purge, our natural animalistic needs will force their way out, so let the apocalypse begin.
The lightest I’ve ever
felt was four a.m spilling
myself onto you
and you didn’t get full
and you didn’t get frustrated