i have a love-hate relationship with pathetic men. because on one hand, it's very entertaining to watch them and our relationship is not unlike a queen watching her jester suffer for her own enjoyment. on the other hand, I don't like men.
a big cheers to everyone who has been showing up for themselves even though obstacles in life were trying to hold you down, showing up in moments where you were contemplating if anything was even worth it anymore, showing up on the verge of a mental breakdown without anyone knowing just how close you are to loosing your marbles, showing up tired, showing up sad, showing up feeling not that well physically…i am so proud of you. discipline can be very hard but you made it anyway, and even if you are not there yet but you are trying i believe in you and i hope you do too.
sitting here. unkissed. when will it end
sometimes the only way to chase away the pain is cracking open an ice cold coke and turning up the 2012 pop music
that feeling when she is so close but never close enough, that feeling that you can touch her but can never really feel her, that feeling of longing that is only reciprocated in fleeting glances..
lets have have a sleepover and eat cake and try to light candles without burning our fingers and giggle at stupid things and read our favorite poems to each other and have a pillow fight and roll around and wear each other's pajamas and cuddle on the couch and cover ourselves in blankets and make out like we have all the time in the world~
yknow thinking climate change isn't real in today's society, where we have science to prove it, is really disrespectful to the millions of people died in the thirteenth century and onwards thanks to the Little Ice Age
holy shit and when i thought my year couldn't get any worse