February 2012
24 posts
That staple pair of jeans really makes a great fucking difference in my life. My previous acid wash cigarettes are no longer functional … as in, I finally tore a gaping hole at the ass. It’s been peeping for some time but I’ve always been in denial about it showing my panty line at the left butt cheek. And those giant slits at the knees … man, talk about straight up...
I don’t believe in forever. Forever doesn’t exist because it’s not there for you to look at. There is no true idea that something can last until the end of time, because the end of time cannot be foreseen and neither can the lifetime of an abstract idea. I lived to twenty and the anniversary day of my birth passed without much event. My birthday was supposedly a Judgment Day.
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“No tree, it is said, can grow to heaven unless its roots reach down to hell.”
– Carl Jung (via wombatfractal)
I wish I had my copy of Ten Inch Hero with me so that I can rewatch it over and over again tomorrow.
Too bad I don’t have it because I stupidly left all my favorite DVD’s at home (Atonement and the like) and that I’ll actually be in class all day and then writing my formal analysis paper all night.
The day you attempt to turn the world against me is the day the world will burn up in hell’s flames first.
Over and over again, I must repeat that what applies to you may not necessarily apply to everyone else, and this in no way shows that you are any better than anyone else. There are likely very many things that apply to them that cannot apply to you, and the question here with the obvious answer is if that makes them any better than you.
No. And this is one of the few and rare things that applies...
Whatever you’re doing now, I hope you’re happy. Beyond the selfish desires, it’s all I’ve ever wanted for you and all that I have left. I’m not modest enough to want to hear what you’ve been doing or who you’ve been seeing that is making you happy or will make you happy, but I’m not despicable enough to want to hear that you’ve been suffering...
It makes me wonder about my judgment of people when I get so disappointed in ways I never imagined I would about them when times were good. Is it my expectations? Did I realize they were like this the whole time and simply ignored it along the way?
Or was I just completely wrong to begin with?
January 2012
35 posts
“If your actions inspire others to dream more, learn more, do more and become...”
– John Quincy Adams (via inspirationfeed)
I’ve decided. Happiness is overrated, and so is the meaning of life. Cynical, cynical, cynical me.
I’m really such a depressing person even at my best moments. More often than not, I wonder why people bother hanging around me. Is it worth it? I honestly don’t think so.
This is not a low self-esteem issue. It’s self-awareness. Take a tip once in a while, people....
Oh, just a few things on my current wish list.
Paradise Kiss
Unlimited giftcard to Chanel
Natural blonde hair
Trail of camellias tattoo
Baby snow leopard
Tolerance for stupid people
All the cups in the world
Stronger nails that won’t chip on every fucking slight edge
I have bad habits. Such as always buying the same type of sweater in the same color or ordering the same thing on the menu at the same restaurant.
Especially when it comes to eating … I hate trying new shit. Or actually, I like trying new stuff but I tend to … get the same thing anyway. And say I’ll try something new next time, which happens not very often. Very sensitive to bad...
You’re the type of person who raves on and on about how good a restaurant is only to disappoint everyone when you introduce it to them because it turns out to be either average or just plain shitty. The same can be said for the way you judge people, only in the reverse form. I love when I hear you talk on and on about how you think so-and-so is a bad person only to find out or re-discover...
“The act of writing defies all distance.”
– Edmond Jabès, The Little Book of Unsuspected Subversion, trans. Rosmarie Waldrop (via proustitute)