I’m not angry, it happens. You just can’t do it again.– Conor Oberst
Really, there is no wrong. Not in our own minds. Not in our own reality. You can never set off to do the wrong thing. You can never say the wrong thing. In your own mind, you are always right. Every action you take- what you do or say or how you choose to appear- is automatically right the moment you act.
Someone needs to help me. Talk to me. Hang out. Whatever. Urggggh.
My mum is crying. What do I do? Seriously. What do I do? I’m no good at comforting people!
‘Cause this is “see you later”; I’m not into goodbyes.
Taken in context it’s not a bad thing. But when you start to pick it apart it gets so depressing, it’s that sort of thing that makes you think too much; It’s that sort of thing that makes you lose your objectivity. So, if you made it, just be glad that you did and stay there. If you ever feel loved or needed, remember that you’re one of the lucky ones. And if it’s...
I’ll try to vent some of my frustrations out on here because right now it feels like it’s all I can do. When your parents fight over things that cannot be controlled, and your friends have disappeared off the face of the planet just when you need them; what else is there to do? I’ll tell you, you just get on with it. That’s all you can do. You smile, and pretend that...
My parents are more proud at the fact i’m beginning to dress more like an actual girl than anything else i’ve ever done. I guess this is the point that you realise you’ve never done anything other than actually existing. But then, who knows if I actually exist? Oh, don’t get me started on this.
Short and full of attitude.
Shut up and kiss me like the antidote’s under my tongue.
Looking around at the world, you can’t help but think how intelligent human beings are. Infrastructure, society, everything. It’s all so complicated, in depth, and intricate. The human mind is a wonder, and it never fails to astound me. And then in one fell swoop, you realise that there are some things that make human beings so utterly stupid. How can these great minds that learn...
Have you ever laid on your bed at night, and just...
I can't trust you.
She said. But she’s the one playing the games, messing with my head, always changing her mind. But it’s fine, i’ll always be to blame. As surprising as it is, i’m not a machine. Ah well. I’m done. Also. Going back to brown hair. About time, like.
What matters is not identity, but survival. In cases of teletransportation, what happens is the body is destroyed in one place, then recreated in perfect identity somewhere else. Teletransportation creates relation R, which is an overlapping chain of strong psychological connectedness; namely, memory and character.
You and I have existed for years, we will continue to exist in the future. What are the criteria for us continuing to exist over time? In continuing to exist, that is living our lives, we develop stories about ourselves. These stories may go well or badly for our individual perspectives. What is the character of these self stories? At a general level, how do we want them to go? Does our existance...
I wish someone wanted to be in love with me.
I got desperate desires and unadmirable plans My tongue will taste of gin and malicious intent Bring you back to the bar Get you out of the cold My sober, straight face gets you out of your clothes And they’re scared that we know All the crimes they’ll commit Who they’ll kiss before they get home I will lie awake Lie for fun and fake the way I hold you Let you fall for every...
When you forget how goodlooking someone is, and then you see them again and you’re like
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They say it fades if you let it, love was made to forget it. I carved your name across my eyelids, you pray for rain I pray for blindness. If you still want me, please forgive me, the crown of love is fallen from me. If you still want me, please forgive me, because the spark is not within me.
Sometimes we need to stop analyzing the past, stop planning the future, stop...– (via anditslove)
They’re so overrated. Romance, PDA, intimacy, it all just repulses me. I went through some journal entries on vampirefreaks, and there’s a lot about how people are single and ‘it sucks’. But here’s the thing; they’re young, like some of them were only 15 years old. Why would you want to be tied to someone already? I don’t get it. There’s a lot to be...
Oh, I didn’t see you there. How does it feel to be so insignificant?
I’m a half-hearted fool With a heart that’s broke in two A quarter and a kiss is all I should be worth to you I must be the last of my kind ‘cause you treasure me despite all the signs The love has disappeared and darling you shouldn’t even try. After every fight we always wonder what we’re fighting for Mint me up and mark me, yeah, you stole me but I am not...
I cut my hair, got some motivation for writing/drawing back, and decided that I’m done with anyone and everyone that’s lying to, playing, using, or irritating me. So I guess it’s been productive. I know for a fact the next few weeks will be hard, and I might hurt a few people, but i’m trying to be a decent person. Gotta be cruel to be kind, right? Maybe this way, people can...