DoubleJointedConvict

Pictures, and poems, and thoughts, and stuff.

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@joshhodgson fixed my phone, so I am back on Instagram! Meaning I can show off the gorgeous roses @eheeks got me! #friendship #flowers #beautiful 💐

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Sadness and Anger

Something I have never understood and will never understand is people who react to the sadness of others with anger or frustration.

Don't tell someone to cheer up. 

Don't tell them to do anything.

Just listen.

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The Story

B 213

  Sat in the empty room of the abandoned accommodation block, smoking a cigarette, she began to run her fingers through her hair. The guys had left for a pick up. She said she’d stay to watch the stuff, really she just didn’t want to leave. Or maybe she couldn’t leave. This had been his room last year, the year before they met, and the ghost of who he was before her still lingered. They were not in love, though most of their friends would say otherwise. She had barely been here over an hour but it felt closer to home than many other places. Smoke consumed the room faster than she anticipated, but they took the precaution of covering the fire alarms.

  Things with his girlfriend hadn’t been working out. He didn’t talk much about his feelings, but by this point it didn’t matter because she already knew how to read him. The boy she had been seeing was out of the country until Wednesday. She came to the building with five boys, but he was the only one she was really there to see. She hadn’t seen him in a week and was starting to miss him. She hated herself for feeling at home with him. She hated their stolen glances and the way her face lit up when she talked to him. She hated that she didn’t love him, couldn’t love him. She had tried.

  It was a game of manhunt. They paired off in teams of two. She picked him. She always picked him. She would always pick him. They were sat in one of the rooms and all the lights were out, that was one of the rules of the game. The dark scared her, which is why she asked him to hold her hand, I think. She had to whisper when she spoke.

‘I don’t like how they left all the furniture the same.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘Like how they left the beds where the beds would be, and the chairs are all at the desks, like how they were when everyone still lived here.’

‘Why?’

‘Why what?’

‘Why don’t you like it?’

‘It’s like the building can’t forget.’

‘Dude that’s so sad’

‘I know’

All of a sudden the room seemed scarier. The streams of light looked more like tears and the darkness weighed down on them, like a sheet that was too thick to sleep under. It felt lonely. She wondered if the housing block wanted to keep them. Like maybe it was holding on too tight and wouldn’t want to let go. She started to talk again, just to see if it would help loosen the grip.

‘You know what I learnt this year? Life is hard. Like living, is just hard’

‘Yeah man. It is.’

The quiet felt even heavier than the dark. She didn’t like it and he could tell.

‘But hey it’s not that bad. Sometimes you find yourself sat in a dark room with your best friend talking shit.’

That made her smile.

  They were supposed to go back to his old room after five minutes, if they didn’t get found first. They stayed where they were for a full twenty. When they got back to the room the other guys were packing up. They had to leave to catch the last bus home. That was it. They just left. That’s how the story ends

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Another selfie I like

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This is a selfie of me in a bra. I think I look good in this picture

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When God Happens - Mike Rosen

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'This relationship was hashtag dope, but now it's hashtag nope'

Jake and Amir: how to end a relationship

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This is why I'm a wreck around exam time

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A Letter to My Crush

'Hi', yeah I've been thinking about it a lot

and I think that's gonna be my first line.

I don't really have much to say to you

but it sure isn't from lack of trying,

I mean I thought of asking 'If I don't have 20/20 vision

how did you burn an HD image of your smile on my eyes?'

and 'If smiles aren't meant to make sound,

how can yours feel so quiet?'

It's like the key to your happiness is something you want to hide from me

Don't think I won't find it out.

You're like a carousel that won't stop spinning around

long enough for me to get a ride.

And, for now, that's fine

because I'm not talking about love

just a hell of a lot of like.

So if you're down for it sometime

maybe grabbing a cup of coffee would be nice?

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There is a girl who still writes you. She doesn't know how not to.

Sarah Kay

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The "Friendzone":

If you're nice to someone for long enough you've earned sex from them, and if they don't give it to you they're being horrible and you're the victim.

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This post has been featured on a 1000notes.com blog.

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5 things I should’ve learned by now

I should’ve learned that those around me are people too

and they will be moved by the thoughts and feelings I hide.

They could empathize if I could give them the time, and I try

to be open, but I hold myself back and I’m sheltered and scared of being attacked.

  I should’ve learned by now that it’s not all about me.

The things I think they’re laughing at are things they can’t see

and they really don’t care about that one thing I said and didn’t mean.

They can’t understand the world I see, and I’ll never know the world they percieve.

  I should’ve learned by now that my body is mine

and I have the right to say ‘no’, and I can go if I don’t want to stay.

And no one else has any say in whether or not it’s okay

that I would rather wrap up tight alone in my own bed to night.

  I should’ve learned by now that memories are scary,

but though they might scare me and scar me they are not part of me.

They are nothing but words, and yes, words can hurt and words have power,

but they can be erased, and changed, and interpreted in some more constructive way.

  I should’ve learned to get over what was done to me, when I was a kid.

and accept this ignorant, innocent, idiot is me, like it or not, though I’d rather you did.

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So sick, so sick of being tired, and oh so tired of being sick.

Taking Back Sunday