December 2009
42 posts
Reality is a crutch for people not creative enough to live in their own minds.
Today I am a kitty, because in reality I am sad, and kitties are not sad.
What to say, to make you come again, come back to...
Why men stop believing in love
fuckyeahhlove:
xxmrcasanovax:
We are not born bitter; we become bitter, more likely after a sour relationship that left us with a bad taste in our mouths. We were all optimists once, believing that we only date women we are in love with, but we quickly came to terms with reality. If the love you had has become a fleeting emotion, it was never really love to begin with. And what happens? We...
Self Destructive
I find, I hurt myself when I want to hurt other people. I can’t hurt others, so I hurt myself.
it's funny how one person can ruin your entire...
somethingintellectual: (via flickflickflicker)
because i mean FUCK!
he talks about stuff that i know nothing about, that the likelihood of me being interested in is approximately nil but i’m thrilled that he’s fucking talking to me about anything so i try to listen and talk about it with him and then he just goes and makes me feel like a fucking dumbass when i try to be involved so fucking fuck it all.
I like boys who aren’t afraid to wear eyeliner or headbands. That like to play dress ups and don’t take it too seriously. Boys who will build forts and listen to interesting music. That know who they are and what they want to be when they grow up. Boys that have brilliant dreams and outrageous ideas and like adventures. Boys who are engaged in the world. Who care about me for real. Boys who I can...
Maturity Levels
fuckyeahhlove:
foryourinformation:
There are so many different levels of maturity when it comes to the dating world; I’d like to say that I’m very mature when it comes down to it.
Level 1: Puppy Love
Kindergarten through high school. Little boys and little girls whispering to their friends, “OMG he’s so cute and cool; I wish he was my boyfriend! I hope he asks me to prom.” They have no...
Me: “Hi, welcome to [theater]!”
Customer: “Hi. Is Dead Snow a horror movie?”
Me: “Kind of…it’s about zombies.”
Customer: “So, it’s a documentary?”
A part of me just wants to sleep, but by sleep I actually mean turn everything off and lay in bed crying. The rest of me knows I shouldn’t, because I have options. I should go pIay Cluedo at Luke’s house, or go running with Lailah. Do anything other than sit on my bed crying… I guess if I could, I would have gone by now.
