I kind of want to come back to this.
I miss having a place where I sort of just got lost in all the things I could never express to those around me and then being able to just go back to normal life. I don’t know though it doesn’t feel the same and I doubt I could write like I used to but I guess the point is that what I say/do means something to me and I’m not just writing to impress or fulfill some obligation I think I owe to others. It just seemed like something was expected out of me (though that’s most likely my own vanity speaking) that I just couldn’t deliver on.
Actually it was me and these stupid pedestals I put myself on. I want it to be different this time around not just sappy pseudo-intellectual writing but my actual personality. Yeah so I think I will, but for myself this time.
There are some people you meet and you can just feel their entire persona. Where you can almost see who they are shining right through them. Literally everything they say whether simple or complex is direct from the heart and their actions aren’t based on the influence of others.
Whether it’s true goodness or true assholeness I have respect for those who stand by their beliefs because in today’s day and age most people speak and act solely to amuse or impress others.
It’s rare for someone who is as skeptical of others as me to come across people who I personally feel are absolutely genuine and true to the core, when I do though it give me a little bit of hope that not everyone is a complete waste of time.
It’s refreshing
chillarybanks asked: <333
Polo’s my soul sister you guys <3
Plus have you seen this woman in a dress? I mean good laaaawd
Having a speech impediment is the worst sometimes. Worst, miss, where, beach, and almost all things involving “s” generally come out jumbled and slurred. Coupled with the fact that I talk extremely low and my occasional Valley Girl accent just makes it 2x’s better. It’s not as bad when I’m nervous though, me while nervous equals’s: “Yeah, Sfgbfdj gdnlsfo fgnfdln”. It’s always fun to watch people try to decide if I’m drunk or high though.
Fun fact Friday?
browneyedwaitress asked: I don't think I've told you but I'm glad you're back. When you left I was like, "Nooo." 'cause you're one of my favorites :)
Awee, thank you <3 I was so glad you didn’t change your name because when I came back I wanted to make sure I found you because of her shared hatred over crazy feminists and our thug life ways.
This may just be me, but the people who don’t believe in God or any set religion are becoming far more annoying than the bible thumping Christians they fight against. I personally don’t see the need to bash a religion just because you don’t believe in it.I understand the idea that there is no logical reasoning behind the idea of God regardless of that you should still respect their right to religion.
Personally I don’t believe in God or religion, but I do understand that to some the idea that there is a higher power is comforting. If anything I envy those that put their faith in religion, whether or not it’s completely logical they’ve found something they have utter believe in which is far more than I can say for most people.
I can respect someone discussing their beliefs and why they believe so, I don’t respect anyone forcing their views down the throats of others though or denouncing anyones right to believe in what they wish.
I imagine death will befall me in some type of book related accident:
- Walking while reading
- Driving while reading
- Cooking while reading
- Attempting to do rewire my computer by reading
- Jump starting my car while reading
- Attempting to end the life of an author for ending a book horribly, while reading
Bury me with my books though.
I have a bad habit of latching onto things, usually books, an album, or some other object and literally becoming obsessed. It’s like it seemingly engulfs my entire being and I find myself sitting for hours on end focused on it with no movement whatsoever.
It’s more so with books than anything. It’s an amazing feeling to just pick up a book and have the whole world drift away, just losing myself completely into another world. I feel almost compelled to sit there and keep reading till my eyes burn, my body aches from sitting ramrod and I’m damn near ready to pass out. The greatest joy I’ve ever felt has come from reading, as corny as that sounds it’s nothing but the truth.
I feel as if I’ve experienced more emotions through reading than anything else. Every time I close a novel I feel as if I lost a small part of myself with it, as beautiful as the journey to the end is it always feels so draining when I finally get there. It’s a beautiful yet unhealthy kind of obsession
Is it so hard to think before you post on facebook about how you sucked homeboy up in the back seat of his car or how you fucked her and dropped her?
Is that really what’s cool these days, letting everyone and their mom know your biz? Laying down with someone regardless if it’s a one night stand or just another time with your respective other should remain between: you, them, and the sheets. It’s a shame for me to visit my old middle school and see 11 to 13 year olds proudly walking around telling their friends about how they hooked up with so and so behind the school.
Certain shit can be kept to yourself. Not everything garners bragging rights, not from me at least. If anything you’re getting hit with a face of disgust and getting dropped from my social circle with haste.
