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If you have a problem with my Instagramming of my food, you can politely fuck off.
I like food.
Eating is for winners.
As it fell what could the doll do?
Go to sleep."
When you left, it felt like a piece of me went with you.
I want you more when you don’t want me.
You are the only person who could ever make me love myself.
I only loved you when I was lonely.
When I told you I was doing homework, I was really getting high.
My addiction means more to me than you do.
You gave me the strength to keep holding on hope.
All I could give to you was a way to waste time.
When you said goodbye, I didn’t want to let go.
When you were finally gone, I could breathe again.
You made me believe that I could do anything.
Loving you restricted me from everything.
I can’t concentrate anymore. I can’t even focus enough to read a book I’m actually interested in. My mind, where has it wander off to? Where is my center? I’m so lost here.
Constant headaches, sleepy sleepless nights. Work upon work, and ceaseless stress. When do I start moving forward through this? So many ambitions, fleeting thoughts. I should write them down. I would have a book.
So many pointless books have been published. Stupid things, full of internet inside jokes that we’re never meant for paper. The novelty falls flat and I wonder who actually spends money on the physical copy? Point being, surely I could publish something sometime. It seems so hard but look at this’s crap, all these silly things displayed on the front tables in the bookstores. What even.
I wonder when I’ll feel the shift. When things will crystallize. I like clarity. Painfully obvious.
I never understand why people don’t say what they mean. Be straight forward in some fashion, tact included. No need to be an asshole. Just be clear. Miscommunication and beating around the bush are such a bothersome waste of time.
Sometimes I think my transparency is my downfall. I think a little bit of misconception maintains a balance on some level. Vague, blurry lines help some images look better.
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