January 2012
28 posts
Regret
Dammit, I want back all the things I threw away.
going to start the inventory tomorrow.
Ecxept, you know, spike. I’ll be damned if I want that back.
I don't know what to do with myself
I guess it’s back to the woods to think…
I need some fucking space.
Some real fucking space. or i’m gonna fucking snap. omg i want to worst right now
I wish
You weren’t in Germany when everything happened this summer.
I think things would have gone very differently.
But, you know, cannot change the past.
Fuck. Regret. That is all I seem to be filled with lately
edit: I need to stop regretting every single fucking thing that I have ever done
Hobbit at Heart: Harry Potter and the Times He Was... →
nevillethebamf:
“Yeah, Quirrell was a great teacher. There was just that minor drawback of him having Lord Voldemort sticking out of the back of his head!”
“Well, I had one that I was playing Quidditch the other night,” said Ron, screwing up his face in an effort to remember. “What do you…
What’s bad is I can remember all the instances that these quotes came from
i feel fucking lost
You’re the person I’m thinking about all day while I’m at work. You’re the first person that I want to see when I get home. You’re the person I want to go to bed with and you’re the last person on my mind as I go to sleep at night. You’re the person I want to talk to when I’m sad, and the person that makes me the happiest. Why can’t I be that for you?
edit: god i sound like such a fucking psycho...
i hate this
it’s not going to last
i fucking hate this
i can’t make him happy
what the fuck’s the point?
ffff
my dreams are so much bigger than me
why can’t i dream within reason?
i wish i weren’t such a shitty human being
and could actually be good enough to attain these things i want…
mother fuck
these rock-steady beliefs quickly crumble at my feet
i don’t know what i’m doing with my life and i don’t know what i want to be doing
i have no sense of purpose or meaning
i can’t tell if i’m doing what’s best for me or making the worst possible mistakes
Look, uterus
I know that your whole ‘point’ here is so that one day I can fulfill my biological imperative and make babies to pass on my genetic material, but do you have to cramp and twitch and be so goddamned painful in the fetus-less meantime? This is why I had to put myself on birth control. Because otherwise, your menses were irregular, crippling painful, you restricted the use of my legs,...
Hobbit at Heart: 10 strategies of manipulation by... →
occupyonline:
99% Serbia: Noam Chomsky - 10 strategies of manipulation by the media
1. THE STRATEGY OF DISTRACTION
An essential element of social control is the strategy of distraction, which is to divert public attention from problems and important changes decided by the…
Fucking love Noam Chomsky
This fucking story
Started as nothing more than an attempt to work on character vernacular. In real life, people don’t talk the same. Their speech is influence by how they were raised, their education, their age, the area they come from, and how they choose to present themselves. I was trying to see how much you could learn about characters just through dialogue back an forth—not simply through the plot...
So because Tumblr isn't working, I'm reading about...
vengeanceandfrogurtwithsprinkles:
Confetti is commonly used at social gatherings such as parties, weddings, and Bar Mitzvahs, but is considered taboo at funerals.
Why am I laughing so hard.
I demand that confetti be thrown at my funeral. All the confetti.
So...
I totally had frostbite starting in my toes earlier. That was kind of fucking scary. From now on, wearing ten pairs of socks every time I leave the house.
Hey Brain
Shut the fuck up and stop thinking about things you know that you hate to think about.
Ok? Sound good?
Cognition flat-lined
Started another short story when I hit writer’s block with my book. Almost finished with it. Will post upon completion.
Going to try Milwaukee for doctors. Fingers crossed.
Work in twelve hours and I’m so fucking anxious. Or maybe thirteen hours, don’t remember when I start. Either way it’s a short ass shift on a slow day and I’ve been doing this shit for five years now. I’ve never committed myself to anything this long. And I’m freaking. Go to call the doctor today, phone in hand and everything, and as soon as I pick up the...
Taxes are not the devil. In fact, they can be a...
I don’t get why people oppose taxes so much. I don’t mind that the government takes out a small percentage to not only keep itself running (whether small or large, liberal or conservative government, it still needs money to sustain itself, from the people that choose to live under this government) but to help those in need, too. I’m talking about social programs. Since I’m...
Tuesday, June 7th, 2011 2 a.m.
Twenty-five weeks ago today, in fact. A few hours over. A poem that I wrote about that night:
“The vein is harder to find than you might think I searched and I searched But could not wade through the pain I fought against the skin But it would not give way to the vessels underneath Despite aching for release I could not cut past the dermis By the time I got that phone call I couldn’t fight...
Wait wait wait
I have nine followers? I was only aware of three! Awesome! As far as I know, I only know three of you, though… Say hello sometime, mysterious internet people that apparently like the rampant, crazy shit I like to post on insomnia binges and various other bouts of mild-hopefully-temporary-insanity :D
Marigold, I love you so much →
For the record
I think that the whole x-ray screening whatever at airports is awesome. I like the idea that I can fly and know that no one on the plane is carrying anything dangerous. I’ve literally had a fear of flying since the first time I did it when I was seven (ish) and that fear turned into a straight-up phobia after nine-eleven. I already had crazy, anxiety-driven visions of something going wrong...
introvert
that’s what i do. when
I don’t understand something
don’t like something
something scares me
when i’m depressed
when i’m lonely
when i’m sad
when i’m angry
when i’m confused
when i don’t liek the present siutation i’m in
when i just don’t want to think about the world
when i’m in a social situation
i crawl inside...
