I don’t like to be in love and I don’t like to see other people in love, some call me bitter. I like the night of and the morning after, and then i call it quits. I like to kiss boys and lie about my name, I like to take off running. And I tried to take off running this time. I spent 9 months telling myself it was just the sex and the affection that I liked and I didn’t need anything else. And I’m sitting here just shy of a year realizing I have becoming all the fucking things about love that I despise. And that’s my biggest problem with the idea. I don’t want it to be like this i don’t want to wake up every morning in the same bed and leave with the same person I want to lay on someone else’s floor and play his records. And yet at the same time the only person I want anyone else to be is him. I’d drop kick the 9 months past version of me if I could and tell her to stay the fuck away. Because I hate where I’m at now even more than I hate love.
I don’t think that love is cool. I don’t run after it with my fingers stretched wide and waiting for it to come to me. I think that love is an inflated idea filled with hard pastel jaw lines and plump lips and dark hair, covered eyes and dying roses. It’s cigarettes at night and absent eyes and it’s a skinny girl in a bed lying nearly naked entwined in the arms of a boy and they’re both too beautiful to be real. It’s big beds and rumpled comforters with skylines and sunsets, aesthetic breakfasts and black coffee. And that’s not love.
I don’t know what love really is. But the way that I see love when I take off my rose colored classes is a hurricane of drunk texts and laying on the couch and going to dinner to engage in small talk, holding hands in the grocery store in the most unromantic way and posting pictures on your social media page to show that one bitch that he loves you more than her boyfriend loves her. Love today is a flaunting competition made up of materialistic ideas based on cheap nickel necklaces and long typed out paragraphs with too many fucking emojis. Love today is a sad totem of superficial ideas and romance is dead.
sixpenceee:
Here’s a picture of a bumblebee butt and it’s little legs hanging out of a flower just in case you needed it today.
I think about you a lot.
I think about when I first met you, and the sound of your voice and the way that you smelled. I think about the way you look and how I look for your features in other guys, and I think about the way it makes me feel when I find them. I think about the things that you said to me and the things I said back, about sitting in your car late at night and the songs you played and the lingering taste of cigarettes on your mouth, and the way it makes me feel then I taste it on other people. I think about the way you left and the things you said when you did, and I think about how you could have done that, and why you never call. I think about what I would say if you did. I think about sitting in your living room. I think about you a lot, and I think about how I’ll never see you again.
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the phrase “curiosity killed the cat” is actually not the full phrase it actually is “curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back” so don’t let anyone tell you not to be a curious little baby okay go and be interested in the world uwu
See also:
Blood is thicker than water The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.
Meaning that relationships formed by choice are stronger than those formed by birth.
Let’s not forget that “Jack of all trades, master of none” ends with “But better than a master of one.”
It means that being equally good/average at everything is much better than being perfect at one thing and sucking at everything else. So don’t worry if you’re not perfect at something you do! Being okay is better!
These made me feel better
Also, “great minds think alike” ends with “but fools rarely differ”
It goes to show that conformity isn’t always a good thing. And that just because more than one person has the same idea, doesn’t necessarily mean it’s a good idea.
what the fuck why haven’t i heard the full version to any of these
“Birds of a feather flock together” ends with “until the cat comes.”
It’s actually a warning about fair-weather friends, not an assessment of how complementary people are.
I’ve always felt like these were cut down on purpose.
I really like these phrases and plan on spreading this knowledge.
The early bird catches the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.
I want to make designs out of these.
Funny how all the half-finished ones encourage uniformity and upholding the status-quo, while the complete proverbs encourage like…living exciting, eclectic lives driven by choice and personal passion.
NICE
These are just people. These are just people who don’t understand and can’t understand why and how I am the way I am and what’s going on in my head. People who can’t understand anything and who don’t care to. So why am I still here following the rules and keeping my head down.
“A koi pond” she cried. “I want to have a koi pond”
A koi pond and a big garden and a greenhouse with big red tomatoes. And a tank in the living room with a lizard and snakes. A big aquarium with colorful fish and lights and the filter that made a low hum that filled the room. Plants in every window so that the whole room was colored green and terrariums hanging from the ceiling. A bird cage in the corner with a powder blue canary chirping vividly. A claw foot bathtub and cupboards full of coffee cups from around the world, wind chimes outside the window, a stone fireplace and a very old teapot that whistled.
Those were her dreams.
