otomuragakuya: a sentence will always look like poetry if you hit enter a lot
To make known
Growing up, I was always told that sex was an extremely intimate and special act between two people. But I don’t think it’s the physical act of having another person inside you that is so intimate. I think it’s rather in the way you see their secret responses to pleasure. The way he can see your teeth involuntary sink into your bottom lip, or the way your eyes moisten with...
I’m sick of people saying they are ”tired”. We are all fucking tired. Tired of the fingers that circumnavigate black numbers. Tired of murdering those hours; those days that envelop us before a daze sends us on our way. So feign some energy — force a smile. Still lethargic, but happy.
I think I “fall in lust” because it’s something to do; something to feel. But I don’t want to anymore. It type of hurts.
My head is in the gutter with the dirt and dust. I’m trying to stay afloat but drowning in the muddy puddles
postmaker: bebroom: does anyone have any good tips for getting over boys how tall are the boys?
I think the phrase YOLO has become synonymous with I don’t give a shit anymore rather than ‘you only live once’.
Peripatetic, poetic and chic
I’ve felt changes in the past six months. I’ve been trying to think what it may be that has made me revert into the self-loathing that was present earlier in my adolescence. I think it may be my lack of writing. When I form words, there’s a hunger satisfied. Right now, the only thing I feed off is a thread of damaging thoughts and guilty memories. It’s time to write again....
He who angers you conquers you.– Elizabeth Kenny
justanotherfreudianslip asked: It's been a while since I last stopped by. I had forgotten how much I enjoyed your writings. I'm glad to have been reminded.
We all die… The goal isn’t to live forever. The goal is to create...– Chuck Palahniuk, Diary
I keep having dreams that I’m back in Europe, walking along the cobbled footpaths and feeling the rustle of autumn leaves underfoot. Now it’s a desperate desire to return like I’ve not yet felt before. I don’t like ignoring my intuition, but I’m going to have to.
goatprince reblogged your post: I wish people would talk to strangers more. Like,… you’re forgetting that you are also a stranger to people if you want that to happen then you better be doing it yourself… Haha, I know. I more meant that I wish it wasn’t a social norm to be so silent on public transport. Imagine the fun you would have if people were as social on a tram as...
I wish people would talk to strangers more. Like, when I’m on the bus and feeling a bit lonely, I wish someone would ask me how my day is going. I wish they would care. Imagine all the friends one could make if every second was a chance to meet someone.
I have found that if you love life, life will love you back.– Arthur Rubinstein
You’re gone now, lying six feet under. Can you please push up daisies high enough for me to climb up, up to the heavens and see you once more? I’ve heard them say ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder’ but I think the only thing growing is the absence, the absence of my heart - A reminder that you’re not here.
A phallus, see
by any other name would smell as sickly sweet <like a rose blooming> bloom for me flower rise for me, you thorn prick prick prick shed your petals and wilt again
The eaves of all saints
My mother and her friends keep posting on Facebook how Hallowe’en should not be something we celebrate in Australia, as it is “too American”. But I say, to hell with that! They just want to feel all self-important by posting haughty opinion pieces via social media. I would never do anything of the sort. The thing is, Hallowe’en didn’t even start in America. They just...
call-me-a-humanist asked: It is hard to make an assessment of someone's personality based on things that you see at a club or whatever. Being complimented for how you look isn't necessarily a bad thing. People try to outwardly express how they think IMO. As nasty as certain stereotypes can be, more often than not you can distinguish someone's taste in music based on what they wear. Odd thought. Obviously you...
I used to think it was cute when I was out and guys would comment on their finding me attractive. But now I’ve realized how stupid it is. I don’t want to be liked for the way I look anymore. I don’t want to be hit on because some guy just wants some “gash” for the night. I want someone who likes the way I talk, and the embarrassing things I say, and the silly facial...
Normality is a paved road. It is comfortable to walk but no flowers grow on it.– Vincent van Gogh
schadenfreudig asked: Happy birthday, m'dear! I hope you have a wonderful day!
Birthdays are so anticlimactic as you get older. I miss the excitement. Turning twenty is not exactly a milestone, but it is lovely weather and I’m feeling thankful I’ve been on this Earth this long.
People are bloody ignorant apes.– Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot
Character is how you treat those who can do nothing for you.
I’ve got to find my corner of the sky.
Never underestimate the ability words have to: hurt; inspire; perpetuate lies; fulfil fantasies; breathe life into subjective perceptions; and haunt the halls of your mind.
I thoroughly enjoy facestalking people back to their ugly days.
In response to your inboxes
The past few weeks have kind of cemented my belief that much of people’s preoccupations do lie within the way people look. It’s a hard sentiment to describe; and perhaps that’s why it irritates me so. Whenever I tell people I am a virgin, they look at me incredulously. The most laughable reaction I had was from a guy who told me, ‘But you’re fairly attractive’....
Anonymous asked: I don't want to be intrusive, but did you have an abortion? I'm just reading that poem you posted a while ago...
The way to be happy is to make others so.– Robert G. Ingersoll
I’m just in that awkward stage between being born and being dead.
Some of the failures in our lives aren’t the things that happened, but our...– Unknown
I heard a child crying from inside my womb Encased and nurtured within his own tomb. Imprisoned by my one mistake; A night of passion for true love’s sake. And though no evidence you’d ever find, From time to time he haunts my mind.
Ways in which young men demonstrate masculinity:
- Grow a moustache, regardless of the skill they possess to do so - Use words like ‘c*nt’ and ‘swag’ - Talk about banging chicks and drinking beer You know what I learnt from au pairing? Some people never grow up. My eleven year old host brother could have been many guys I know. They’ve aged, but they are still so desperate to be cool. Still so unconsciously...