been looking through my conversations.
you love me to death, ey?
(via caprichor)
The King of All Bruises.
despite the horrible grammar, someone from my class said something smart.
feeling fear:
releasing inner demons
feeling a nameless apprehension
suffering from phobias
giving in to the shadow self
lacking courage
being overcome by anxieties
believing illusions:
accepting a false picture
deceiving yourself
having unrealistic ideas
misapprehending the truth
experiencing distortions
chasing after a fantasy
stimulating the imagination:
having vivid dreams or visions
opening to fantasy
plumbing the unconscious
entertaining unusual thoughts
being outlandish and bizarre
feeling bewildered:
losing direction and purpose
having trouble thinking clearly
becoming confused
being easily distracted
feeling disoriented
wandering aimlessly
when i see someone say “oh, that boy has such smooth skin”
i feel like crying because mine is covered with scars, and obviously the former is far more attractive.
(via hopeless-butstillhoping)
I got lost somewhere I have never been before with no money. Only my buscard.
I came home and got two long lectures.
I just wanna cuddle up with the boy I met today, he seems like a fairly nice cuddler.
this is a poem about the time a child asked a zebra
if it was black with white stripes
or white with black stripes,
so the zebra replied,
are you naughty with good habits,
or bad with good intentions.
are you sad with happy moments
or happy with a few sad times.
and
and
andand
there was this one time, i did something really reckless.
and i hurt so many people, andand
i was trying so very hard to uncut myself
-
‘hello’ said the little boy
‘good morning’ said the zebra
‘did you hear? asked the little boy
‘yes i did, such a pity,’ the zebra replied
‘such a sad, sad pity.’
-
and i was standing there, front row
to your show, cheering my heart out, because
if words were bullets, i’d liken you to a killer who
takes out a gun and kills everyone within earshot
but the thing is, when the zebra went on stage, he wasn’t reciting poetry, but a strangle little list:
and, how was i supposed to know
he was actually telling me
all the things i’ve been doing wrong.
for future reference
1. open internet explorer
2. top right hand corner, click “tools”
3. at the bottom of the drop down list, click “internet options”
4. a window will appear. select the “connections” tab
5. click on “lan settings”
6. tick the option to “use a proxy server for your LAN”
7. enter the address as “proxy.singnet.com.sg” and the port as “8080”
8. click “OK”
if they ever see my tumblr i might die.
they’d know i harm, they’d know i’m suicidal.
and i worked so fucking hard to seem happy.
yeah, you know what?
fuck people. people staying in my house, in my room, making every single room of my house overly crowded and noisy, not even letting me get my clothes to shower and wash up. people using my fucking things, my fucking laptop, without my fucking permission.
and lastly, fuck people who say that want to help, but won’t.
there’s a group of guys in school who make of fun of being gay by singing “who runs the world (girls)” whenever i enter a room.
honestly, it’s cool having that as a theme song.
WHO RUNS THE WORLD? GIRLS!
been looking through my conversations.
you love me to death, ey?
AND HERE I THOUGHT YOU’D BE THE ONE TO UNDERSTAND. TO ACTUALLY CARE AND GIVE A FUCKING SHIT.
the guys that i have feelings for: only wants to fuck
the guys that i don’t have feelings for: really wants to date
