I’ve got the patience and emotional dexterity of a 3-year-old. That being said, if I could not give a fuck, I wouldn’t. I hope you trip and fall into a ditch filled with sharp 2-metre metal spikes on the walls; like a brick well, only with more sludge. Every day you test my patience with your incorrigible manners and obnoxious ways; every day I hold my tongue and wait for lightning to strike your arrogant repugnant face down; every day I put up with your fucking bullshit. Just to survive. Life is a fight for freedom, only to fall back into prisoner walls. God help us, despite our belief for no greater being; may his angels breathe us favour; ghosts of our minds and hearts. A flickering hope in a dystopian nation.

when you wear something nice inside and outside for an originally dinner+movie date; which then turns into walking around the entire shopping complex arguing about food choices because your date hates the crowd (although common sense prevails that at such timing and on such day, there WILL inevitably be crowd and that by now he should have gotten used it!); and missing the movie ‘cause of the same reason(s) (crowd), and having a mediocre meal at a restaurant because you can’t eat your favorite dishes, and when you’re finishing up he rushes you off, and always interrupts your bites while you’re chewing so it’s hard to taste the food; then end up with super diluted drink; and then after dinner he goes for a smoke, you stand there and choke; and then he tells you that right before he met you his boss told him he had an e-mail to read and follow up on. so your d&d becomes eat+choke and go home. 

and every time you express your displeasure he brings up all the times you expressed displeasure in the things he does.

sometimes i don’t think i am the problem (as per his perspective); i think he should change his ways or go home.

Two conflicting feelings;

i) Falling in love, and having lost; Wishing to have never loved.

ii) And never falling in love; but wishing for that one prince who will sweep you off your feet, and never let you fall.


I want a soul mate who can sit me down, shut me up, tell me ten things I don’t already know, and make me laugh. I don’t care what you look like, just turn me on. And if you can do that, I will follow you on bloody stumps through the snow. I will nibble your mukluks with my own teeth. I will do your windows. I will care about your feelings. Just have something in there.
Henry Rollins (via mujerdiabla)

(Source: october-owls)

vulturez:

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004)

alaska makes my heart stop. 

oh wait i already made a post like this.

ugh

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