Logorrhoea of the brain, now as a written record.
She's got a pretty face with brains full of mercury.
Jean-Paul Sartre (21 June 1905 – 15 April 1980) was the famous French existentialist philosopher, playwright, novelist, intellectual and babe. Most well known for his philosophies outlining the idea of every man being free as long as they had the option to make their own decisions; really they were just a great big ‘up yours’ to the collaborators and Vichy government at the time of the Nazi occupation of France. In 1964 he was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature, but turned it down because he didn’t want to be made into ‘an institution.’
How trendy do you want to get?
I love this man.
And once again, Dr. Pangloss, you’ve spoken well before your time. American men don’t appreciate their women so I’ve decided to nix the whole lot for the time being. It is my blessing, it is my curse, that I should by first sight induce infatuation, in 3 days time lust and adoration, by the 7th day complete concern and emotional investment, and 2 weeks love from another human being. I will not complain about the ease that people feel “falling in love” with me, and I try my best not to be bitter because who are they to know the burns I’ve felt from the same entrapment others have had with me? I hate feeling jaded about emotions people proclaim toward me, but I have built a wall around this heart and hands. I just have the foolish optimism once more to allow the Trojan horse in.
TL;DR: I have an Israeli boyfriend and I love him. I find him genuine and caring, and worth giving the painful process a shot again.
I wake up in the morning, and I look over at you so beautiful, and wonder, how the hell I am so lucky?
Marlene Dietrich
German-American actress, spy for the Allied Powers during WWII, Metal of Freedom recipient, known to have had relationships with both men and women at a time when LGBT people could not live open lives.
Its hard to be a [gender noun] with a big heart. Find a passion worthwhile to you so that it fills all those lakes and valleys, plains and bayous - anyone else’s contribution is a drop in the bucket.
I don’t understand disorders. We only allow them because they’re some fucked up security in ourselves…but most of the end results are fatal. I hate myself enough to go to the outer limits, but I’m not interested in wasting my time hitting the road block we all get too soon. Depression can be a motivator, but its just a breaking factor in conventional mental…shit, whats the better word…meh, gonna go with statistics. I say go fucking crazy. GO AS CRAZY AS YOU WANT TO BE! because why? they’re already going to say you’re mentally unfit/deplorable. why not go with both six shooters blazing; if the shit ever comes to a legal hearing, and they ask about your actions, you can tell them they were pre-meditated. Pre-meditation to me does not incur the penalty of insanity, just the penalty of responsibility. So fuck em all, slap a cop when you’re going down, say everything you’ve dreamt of yelling in your most primal voice. They’ll just write it off anyway.
THEY JUST WRITE IT OFF.
So maybe its time to give up the romantics, to give up the optimism. As long as we’re all pH balanced and leveled out, we’ll never need to feel, right? And thats what keeps the human machine going - the countless functioning comatose that serve as a control to the empathetic.
Its over and over again I say to myself I can’t respect a person who holds back, but I see their faulted logic and safety. After all a blow to the mouth is easier than any living change.
I’ll stop getting excited.
OH GOD THE 90S.
jenecio
The one at the bottom reminds me of a time I once shared.
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This is why I can’t have exboyfriends for friends. I take every break up as a failure - I don’t deal well with failure. I also see it as “you aren’t worth my time” and goddamnit thats a lie. I am a wonderful girlfriend, and will be selfless for another person I care about. I can be that shrewd bitch if you really push me there and turn cold at a moments notice. I am worth every god damn minute you’re lucky to have with me. You’re not going to be able to get away with coping a feel at a party and thinking its a green light. Fuck you, I’m going to protect myself and my emotions; you didn’t even give it a chance, so why should I worry about making you happy after it all? You get what you put in, and if its nothing, then tough titty, no convenient pussy for you. If all you see when you look at me is a fuckhole, then forget you. I’m worth more than that, and I’ll treat you like every one night stand I’ve ever had.
Tonight I do drugs and drink! And by that I mean I said YOLO and took a hydrocodone from my exboyfriend’s (we call him Kitchenaid) wisdom tooth extraction…er expiration date 2009. 2 beers and I’m feeling fine. My roommate is having loud sex for her birthday GITITGIRL and I’m on dailycuteboy frustrating myself. I can’t wait for to see Travis again. If sex is the most missed thing about me to him, we can fuck, but it’ll be all on my terms. He’s getting treated like any other one night stand I’ve had before. Indifference begets indifference, if not simply bitterness. I gotta protect myself and my emotions.
I’m drunk and upset because my pupils are two different sizes; sign of head trauma. Who has these problems?
Short lived. Crap. I’ve learned from previous mistakes that you can’t trap a person in a situation when their mind is already made up, no matter how persuasive the argument. Its obvious he cares through his actions, but I think his actions are misappropriated. Then again, I have to remind myself that most of the talk turned to “I’ll miss having sex with you” and the like before it was that he liked me, so its another case of I have stronger feelings than they do. In the end, I think he’ll feel remorse over this; it wasn’t broken, but he tried to fix it anyway. At least I was reassured it wasn’t due to any character flaws on my part - thats the hardest hurdle to clear for me. Well see how this works itself out next time we see each other.
When one person draws a line, you should always remember to look down and make sure you’ve got one too. A fondness can muddle judgement, always keep your self worth in mind before you sacrifice it for nostalgia.
And to think, I almost had a healthy, mature relationship for once.
to always lose the ones that I should have. Damnit, this isn’t going down without a fight…or more persuasive speech from me. As much as I deserve him, he deserves me too.
Besides, who doesn’t want a hot, younger blonde as their arm candy for their big ol’ dome? Make all the other engineers at NASA jelly.
Edna St. Vincent Millay Epic name, I know. Who is she you might ask? The answer is a immensely talented poet and badass redhead. She was gorgeous and her many suitors and lovers (ladies, too!) definitely knew it. Plus, she was a total cougar before she tragically died in her 50s.
Amen lady; And I Am Not Resigned.
I guess this is the time of year when we’re supposed to make some promises to ourselves we hardly ever keep; here’s mine and I think these are at least doable, if not necessary.
- Quit Smoking.
- Never take a promise as word; stay suspicious and skeptical.
- Don’t take what I have for granted.
- Keep brutal honesty my primary bedfellow.
- Take more of Carl Sandburg’s advice; let the past be a pile of ashes.
- If I want it, I can have it, I just have to learn to reach out there and grab it.
- Value myself.
- Be more financially responsible.
I think thats about it. If theres more, then get fucked and ya’ll don’t need to know em.
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