Unfollow all you want but this is how I feel about it:
Basic human rights>women’s rights.
I’m not ashamed of it. I thought about it long and hard and I have realised the only world I could ever be happy in is one in which human rights transcends every barrier.
(Source: theburiedlife, via paperaer0plane)
I need to stop having random sex dreams about people and then waking up and finding them heaps hilarious and telling the people involved. Though funny for me, it really does just make things awkward.
I think I will write a proper story instead of just using tumblr all the time to write my inspired snippets. KGO
I think I find it attractive when people have a sort of striking, malicious look about them. When they wear confidence and arrogance and act on impulse, I love it. These are often the ones that cause the most trouble, and the ones that take everything you have to give and then don’t give it back. The ones that will use every trick in the book to lure you in and then walk away, and when you follow them, they will spin around, eyes flashing and demand “Why do you even care about me? Why do you care? You mean nothing to me.” and then they will leave you behind in their trail of deceit and destruction whispering angrily to their shadow “you made me care”.
I really hate asking people for things and I hate the idea that I am inconveniencing them.
“It’s never as good as you think it is going to be”
And it never was. In fact when you were there in the flesh and I could touch you and talk to you and didn’t have time to myself with sad but beautiful music in which to think about you, I always did wonder what it was I ever saw in you. I don’t know why it feels so ruthless because if I had had more time with you perhaps I would have finally been able to separate reality from my beautiful illusion and would have been more than happy to let you go. It’s just that I didn’t have time for that… and now I am lost at sea. Lost in waves of wondering what was truly you and what was just in my head.
I like to think that one day you will come back to me and we can meet again and be friends or … something.
But I don’t think you ever will. Whoever you are, you are lost to me now and it is that empty sensation which brings on this melancholic aching.
jeterbuck asked: you write so well!
Thank you so much, that really means so much to me. Thanks for taking the time to write that to me. It means a lot. =) Take care of yourself. xx
All I wanted was to go on a huge adventure with you, and you denied me. I didn’t want anything creepy or intense, just friendship and new ideas and interest. And you pushed me away because… I don’t know, maybe you realised I didn’t want any more than what I did and would never have given myself to you, or maybe you realised I was interested in truly knowing you and that was more than you could ever give. Either way, I still can’t stop thinking about you because it feels so wrong that our story ended with such indifference on your behalf when you truly captivated me.
