i hate when an ex of mine moves on to a new relationship before i do, and i’m still caught up on what happened. the last time i was with my best friend we had a fucking great night forreal. sometimes i’ll do something i don’t necessarily want to do but i will just because i know it’ll make someone feel better. i hate when i have a lot of songs in my head that i wanna get and when i actually have time to i forget some of them. it’s so nice just to not give a fuck sometimes and not feel the slightest bit bad for it. i usually get really annoyed with being around the same person after a while, like really bad. there is someone who really fucked up and i don’t have anything to do with now and they still stay riding my dick, it’s getting pathetic. when it comes to someone hurting me i can say “i don’t give a fuck” a million times, but really i care more than anyone should. it seems like i’m constantly being compared to one of my siblings or expected to be like them, and i get so angry every time something is said about it. there is someone who i knowwww that i need to just let go of, but for some reason i can’t bring myself to doing so. i use my facebook quotes sections for things people in my life have actually said, and i have a shit ton of ‘em. i don’t really “hang out” with a lot of different people because i get to being very distant and wanting to be alone or i’m just very selective who i’m with. i hate when a situation happens between me and another person or something’s just wrong but they won’t communicate and make everything more difficult then necessary. i’ve had so much going on within the last couple of days i’m completely exhausted now. i feel as though losing a pet that you’ve had for a while is just as tragic as losing a person in your life. i usually don’t write my stuff on my facebook statuses, i put song lyrics…if i actually write my thoughts or something it’s something serious. i don’t understand why people will kick their friendships to the side because they have a relationship with someone who is way too damn jealous. i like when i have the house alone because then i can play whatever music i want at whatever volume without having to take anyone else into consideration.
In those bleak moments when the lost souls stood atop the cliff, wondering whether to jump, the sound of the wind and the waves was broken by a soft voice. “Why don’t you come and have a cup of tea?” the stranger would ask.
“I’m breaking my attachment to physical power and possessions, because only through destroying myself can I discover the greater power of my spirit.”—Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk (via thechocolatebrigade)
“…[H]e’d walk in and _it_ would come with him. That sweet sexy stink of dirty jeans and pointy boots. The stink of an animal skin slowly rotting. The smell of countless cartons of cigarettes smoked non-stop and washed down with endless beer. Throw in a couple of dozen hamburgers, a hang-over for every day of the week, impersonal health and hygiene, the heart of the homewrecker and there he was…The boy of my dreams…”—Lydia Lunch, on early-1980s Nick Cave (from this review) (via enjoyyourstyle) (via nickedwardcave)