January 2011
Watchnevver:
Happy Bubble Wrap Appreciation Day
^_^
My top 7 tips for fresh meat →
mrsdalloway:
derbygirl:
twinkletits:
1. Take off that garter-belt-tutu-thing and pay your fuckin’ dues. Lay track, keep score, haul water, stamp hands. There will be a time for semi-nudity and obnoxious self-promotion. And that time is after you’ve actually proven yourself on the track.
Amen. And once you’ve proven yourself on the track, you will actually have very little interest in the...
what my head does
I am a horrible failure of a person
I (only) hurt all those I touch
I will never be loved.
I should just shoot myself already
or set fire to kittens and raise a robot army
I am the worst person I’ve ever known
I only hurt people
I should have been destroyed long ago
soda?
I am a failure and have never done anything good or important
I’ve never proven anything of worth yet
...
“The women I know creep into my life all spitfire and bruised wanting nothing...”
– Christine Hatch, “Dandelions” (via fistflight)
“If you were to press your heart close up against somebody else’s heart...”
– Andrea Gibson (via lottastuff)
To live a better life.
I have sentences (or fragments of them) go through my head from time to time, and they ask me questions. What does it mean to ____? how does one do so? If I were to try and create such conditions or circumstances, what things in my life do I need to do, inspire, change, or create?
Right now, it’s “to live a better life”.
This is just to let you know a part of me.
“I’d like to tell today’s youth that no matter where life takes you, big cities,...”
– (via iamnotaflobberworm)
“Everybody is a genius. But, if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree,...”
– Albert Einstein (via iamnotaflobberworm)
tonight is a hard night.
will the hurting ever stop?
will I make it through?
will I ever be human enough for Love?
will I beat my Night?
or will it be the end of me?
will I ever find the depth in people that I’m looking for
or will I forever be banished to the shallow end?
would someone just hold me?
I don’t want to be big anymore.
I don’t want to carry it all anymore.
I just want to cuddle...
Citrus fixes all.
I’m damn near a genius, and I know better, but
I’ve been eating oranges for the past couple months
hoping that maybe if I eat enough, I won’t want to kill myself anymore.
So far no luck.
Any who, Scurvy be damned.
(p.s. for any who care
all I want is cuddles, and caring, and warm tea, and a lap to lay my head on and be petted, and maybe some conversation when I’m up...
existential diabetics.
Imagine what happens when we tear our invincible wall down.
That fortress of solace and solitude that we erect from the day we are born.
Our impenetrable force field, that even when shown otherwise, we patch , we rationalize and keep on going.
Our greatest heros, were not ignorant of this veil of security. We saw them as heros, and did become heros because they saw through the veil and kept on...
