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Fuck god dammit mother fucking dammit. Fucking fuck fuck fuck. Piece of mother fucking worthless fucking princess garbage.
I love to hard and I trust to strong and I fall to frequently. Scoot over spoons, the cabinet isn't looking for company.
There are three things I want you to learn how to say. One. âI love youâ and donât just say it as an empty phrase, say it with feeling, say it to every person who comes to mind when you think of those three little words. I know itâs scary, I know itâs difficult, but open yourself up and shout it. Donât mumble, donât say it under your breath, when you love someone, whether platonically or romantically, it deserves to be shouted from every rooftop. Two. âGoodbyeâ There will be some people in your life that come in and just wreck everything, they mess up your plans, they hurt you, and make you feel less than what you are, so please learn how to say goodbye to them. But I also want you to learn how to say goodbye to even the people you want to stay. not everyone stays, and saying goodbye is like setting someone free, and it wonât always come easy, and it wonât always come without heartbreak, but not everyone stays, and it will do you a world of good to learn how to tell them goodbye. Three. âI am worth it.â there will be waves of sorrow in your life, and you will feel as if you were the sand that the tide carries away, you will feel as if it carries away your worth it will feel like you are the left over rubble of a building that had been burned down, and you will feel less, but please learn to say these words. say them in the mirror when you have just woken up, say them when your lover turns their back on you, say them when you are opening up the refrigerator sing them, yell them, whisper them, and please, believe them. You are more than sand that can just be washed away, and you are more than just a few pieces of broken cement, please, you are worth it.
These will be the three bravest things you will ever learn how to say (via amandaspoetry)
All You Need is Love
A good portion of my close friends are gay. I was recently informed that it is the act of "love making", not the feeling of love, that most people dislike about gay couples. Ladies and gentlemen, love making is the most controversial subject competing in the social arena. It's just as frowned upon by straight people who are doing it outside of marriage. It's never okay. We don't tell our babies, "mom and dad made love, and that's where you came from". Gay or straight, love making is bad. We should probably stop doing the one thing our bodies were designed to do, because guys, we are anatomically inaccurate, born with a faulty design.
Blame it in Bad Luck
Uh oh, you idiot. Your doing it again. You got no heart spoons, you don't know what it is to be vulnerable.
You Got A Friend in Me
Here are a couple of things that maybe you should know. One, thing arenât bad. Yes, a lot of the content of this blog is heavy. But I didnât create this blog to flaunt my successes in your face. My hope is that all of my downfalls can be translated into common place. And that anyone who stumbles across this place, can relate and realize they are not alone.
Hold on, I have to go look in the cabinet for the second part of "a couple things"âŠ..
Tick tock
This is the one and only time that you will ever be young. Spoons and cabinet.
Professional
You think I donât understand being broken? That I donât feel your pain with every discontented beat of your heart when we lay together and I hold you in my arms? I know. And I care more about you than I even want to admit. So youâve got to understand this. Weâre both a mess. Itâs being a mess with someone that knows and feels this terrible burden that makes it something I can actually make it through.
The spoons arenât buying it, but the cabinets are open for further discussion.
I Know Who I Want To Take Me Home
Subjecting yourself to an awkward situation on the basis of hope often ends in disappointment. Your beliefs about a situation inform your conclusion, and quite frankly you need to stop listening to your own opinions. Your heart wonât heal right if you keep tearing out the sutures. I am mad at the spoons because this whole time I believed they had an answer.
Why Freedom Matters. Part II
The decline of American society, financially and social, is your fault. Your the ones who elected the people who are messing it up. We are still a democracy. When the people in charge are more physically upset about unconstitutional laws then they are about terrorism, well Iâm sorry friends but I think we made a mistake.
Beauty and the Beast
I wanted to climb mountains, so I did. And it was the most beautiful thing that has ever happened. So why is it I donât do all the things I love. I want every day to be beautiful.
To Much at Two A.M.
Let's talk about this blog. I created cabinet and spoons on a suggestion from a colleague, that when things got overwhelming, I could come here and vent. But most of the garbage I vomit onto this forum is well raked over and over analyzed before it is posted. Due to my anonymous nature, I find that I am just a guarded and constricted in this medium as I am in my everyday life. So why then do I return to these scribbles? I suppose it's because at least here I am creating something, and as of late I am not creating much of anything. And the blogging is for self loathing confessions and attention whores, so I fit right in. Tomorrow, let's talk about how anonymous I really am. I bet you know a lot more than you think you do.
Sold
Apologize once, then let it be. Everybody has probably forgotten.
Why Freedom Matters
We are bowing our flags, for the fatalities, and all I can do is bow my head for my broken heart. What a selfish, bullshit way to live life.
But If your heart is screaming âPLEASE PLEASE PLEASE take me back, pleaseâ, I get it. Thats all you hear all day. What neither of us understand is how to shut that up.
Maybe we need to take a lesson from the cabinet and spoons, I barely hear a peep out of them.
World War Z
I have concluded that the worst place to be during a zombie attack is a movie theater. Absolutely no weapons at your disposable, tons of obstacles, and only one exit. Therefore I cannot subject myself to such vulnerability. If you knew me at all, this has changed my whole world. I will have to remove the cabinet door and sharpen the back of the spoons. Surely the theatre will understand my need for sword and shield.
What About the World, the War, the Woman, and the Children
Well, we have to use our voices. The streets are full of flesh and blood and sweat and we can't stop that, we can't change that. And later today people will die in hospitals, in their own beds, in cars, and in fights. All we can hope for is that the world doesn't end for us today. But for those people out there, those who believe they are God, those who believe they have the right to chose life and death for others, I hope your ready for the storm. Death is like an eraser, but what you never count on is the destructive after math. I hope every tear rains down on you with the force of boulder, every prayer makes your ears rings so loud your ears bleed, and that the blood you shed leaks out of your faucets. You didn't hurt the people who died, there going to be fine now. But those people left behind to mourn the soul of their loved ones, they will show you the consequences of what you have done. All these judgements are irrelevant. You monster, you will be met with ultimate judgment. The only person you can't ever escape is yourself and your life will be very long. Please stop playing it on repeat, the ones left over don't want to relive it all day, all week, all month. If the cabinet and the spoons could cry, this place would be drenched.