Monday, November 4, 2013
Thursday, October 24, 2013
Wednesday, October 9, 2013
Inventive ways to continue ruining everything.
Friday, September 20, 2013
Yeah, so it’s working out pretty much exactly like this song (this whole last year has followed the story line of Red, weird). Except for going to bars because, like, why would anyone ever meet for coffee?
Monday, September 16, 2013
222 golden retrievers gather in Scotland for the Guisachan Gathering, which is held at the home of the man who bred the first golden retriever in 1868.
Why did I not know about this?
Saturday, September 14, 2013
I am covered in bruises; I will bruise if you playfully punch me on the arm, and they will blossom into art on my legs from drunkenly walking into things. I can count them after sex with certain people. My best friend is always asking why boys are not more gentle with me, why they don’t seem to notice how small I am.
You did. You told me you noticed, but you didn’t care. You once told me in the same breath that you wanted to marry me, and that I was a plaything. You would never tell me what I cried about.
I am hard on myself. I have gone through every kind of loathing, and maybe that’s why I kept coming back. You felt the same as it did to hurt myself, and I’m good at that.
That’s why I’m in this mess. Because I thought you could fix me, because I need something to fix me. I thought you could make me happy, but when I realised you could only ever hurt me, it was too late and it already felt like old times. I realised that I had been wrong, so I probably deserved it; I’ve never known anything else so why should I expect more? And when I thought that, I realised that you, or this, had really maybe broken something in me. Reopened a wound I thought I had healed. You are selfish and incredibly insecure, manipulative, vain, thoughtless and cold. You are above all else a liar, with only yourself in mind. You are the opposite of tender.
by Warsan Shire
1. I’m lonely so I do lonely things
2. Loving you was like going to war; I never came back the same.
3. You hate women, just like your father and his father, so it runs in your blood.
4. I was wandering the derelict car park of your heart looking for a ride home.
5. You’re a…
Thursday, September 12, 2013
"All you have to do is wear a short skirt and be mean. Guys seem to like that."
Great Western Road, Glasgow
Friday, September 6, 2013
G&T because I’m stuck in Glasgow and the 1D movie isn’t on for another hour and Megabus are the actual worst and they can go suck a bag of dicks. Thanks to the Australian woman who noticed me crying in the rain and checked if I was okay and offered me a tissue. And the music isn’t bad in here.
Throw me a fucking rope, please, to at least slow down this free fall.
Wednesday, September 4, 2013
Rejected from the exact same job I was hired for at 16.
Tuesday, September 3, 2013
Context: Circa, mid June, I spent the day in bed crying.
Come downstairs and my Step-Dad is building a wardrobe. He lifts the hammer, shakes it and says: “If you need anyone dealt with…”.
Thursday, August 29, 2013
You are tired,
And so am I.
Tired of things that break, and—
So am I.
Come with me, then,
E.E. Cummings, from “you are tired (i think)” (via lifeinpoetry)
And we’ll leave it far and far away—
(Only you and I, understand!)
Saw a girl leave her building and throw her hands in the air, palms to the sky. She was definitely just checking for rain, but for a split second I thought, “Ugh, yeah, me too.”