Everyone has characters. :< Shit. I need to get me some of that. I want in on the OC action.
I really dislike when people assume that I’m shy, awkward, anxious or weird because I’m not all over them or bubbly with conversation. The truth of the matter is, you bore me. I’m amazed at how arrogant people are about this. They divert any source of blame for not being talked to and start trying to find flaw in the other person. It’s a simple reason. You’re not...
I’m always baffled when people seem to be confused when I’m not interested in talking about my emotions. To me they’re to be dealt with logically and I don’t think 100 questions on an emotional state is necessary. I’m not socially awkward or out of tune with who I am. I just see and handle myself differently. (Also I get so angry about simplification of things,...
I find it hard to walk outside and not smile at the wonders of nature, the beauty of science. I’m so easily delighted in thoughts and connections, the world, where iron comes from(ect) and trees; how they look like veins or lungs and similarly function as such. The only thing I don’t appreciate is people. Fuck those guys. Especial you ESF(x). You. I hate you.
If just ONE person relies on you then your life isn’t worthless. If just ONE person likes a post you make, you are not alone. Stop beating yourself up, kick that inner critic in the proverbial ass-crack and REINFORCE by telling yourself you are worth it. Only you can bring yourself validity. Not your boyfriend, your cat, the interwebs, or that sweet old grandma who keeps baking you those...
Cuddle escorts should be a serious service. Randomly getting into a rut because of emotional detachment and knowing drugs and cutting are bad ways to increase endorphins limits my choices. Technically it’s emotional prostitution butttt. I’m pro-prostitution to start with. Point is, someone stop being a lazy sack of shit. It’s a great idea go make millions and get me a fucking...
Stop undermining your achievements, no matter how trivial you may think they are. Or Imma come punch you in the throat, and then you can sulk about not breathing.
Anorexia and Obesity from a Lover of Art's Point...
There needs to be a book on body extremes; in the form of photography. Sure it may put some people off, the idea of looking at anorexic or morbidly obese bodies- but these are still people and they are ideals used in art all the time. Bones, angles, cellulite, flaws, imperfections, the macabre- all beautiful. They tell stories. They should be seen and they should be celebrated. These are people....
The true nature of my voice was stolen away from me, beaten into submission whether out of malice, simply not understanding, or neglect; however the means, it is no longer there. In its place sits a sad facade, a pale smile and a submissive demeanor who dodges conflict even if it means sacrificing correcting misinformation. It’s a shell, an outer apathy coated in what appears to be kindness....
Teach yerself how to draw: Stick figures mofo. Stick figures and a basic understanding in human motion(how you walk, derp) and physics(how you interact with the world around you). So, stick figures, motion and physics. Then basic shapes: circles, squares, triangles and dodecahedrons. Scratch the last one. Drawing takes practice, you don’t need talent. You need a mindset and strong will, and...
Being born a woman is an awful tragedy… Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with...– Sylvia Plath (via itwaspunkitwasperfect)
Dear Society, Stop trying to pigeon-hole us, you cunt. There are so many mathematical outcomes, so many different learning types, different reactions, scenarios, perspectives that you actually believe that your single-minded one way road is right for everyone? Fuck you. Sincerely, Felicia.
We need George Carlin.