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@hellishnightterrors
“Why is snoop dogg at the Olympics-“
WRONG QUESTION!
WHY ISNT MARTHA STEWART THERE WITH HIM?
I love it when people use "shrimp" to mean "beyond the human range". like "shrimp colors" but applied to other things. "shrimp emotions" "shrimp sounds" "shrimp morality", as if shrimp are living some kind of transcendent existence that humans can never comprehend
so im gonna do this bc i detest my thighs
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“and possibly, I could sculpt you again from salvaged pieces of myself. Perhaps, then I will be enough for you.”
-but where would i even start? how does the broken try to heal the broken? 10-02-18 ///hellishnightterrors
I feel attacked
So today this guy accidentally hit me with the door when he was walking out of a classroom and instead of saying sorry he just looked me over and said ‘pretty cute’ and walked away . And then I realized . I literally just got hit on . The pun is greater than the pain .
I guess you could say that he adoors you
get the fuck out
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7 Reasons It’s More Difficult for Intelligent People to Find Love
Let’s put aside our ego, and realize that if you consider yourself an intelligent human being there is a constant battle between your heart and mind, especially if you are as equally intelligent as emotional and empathetic. Having a sharp mind and obtaining the realization that sometimes life is both beautiful and cruel, due to prejudices and ignorances becomes achingly painful. Once you realize that some short-sighted people hold the power in the world, you find it difficult to find a suitable partner who sees the world for its beauty and cruelty. But why is that intelligence makes things a little more difficult?
Why is it that those with a higher IQ are prone to mental disorders, social challenges and something as finding love or well-matched partner, even becomes a challenge?
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“I would like to visit the factory that makes train horns, and ask them how they are able to arrive at that chord of eternal mournfulness. Is it deliberately sad? Are the horns saying, Be careful, stay away from this train or it will run you over and then people will grieve, and their grief will be as the inconsolable wail of this horn through the night? The out-of-tuneness of the triad is part of its beauty.” - Nicholson Baker, A Box of Matches
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Some days, the emptiness isn’t even obvious. You’re brushing your teeth or putting on your favorite denim jacket or adjusting your wristwatch and it’s there, lurking and you don’t mind at all. It almost feels normal. Right, even.
But there are days and nights — mostly nights, when it feels colossal, you can’t ignore it. There are times when it stares back, it’s impossible to pretend it’s not there. There are times when it feels out of place and you just sort of wanna dig for what’s dead inside, or claw through your ribcages, or crack your chest open — anything, just to get it out of you.
— Fray Narte, “This ain’t poetic, it’s a goddamn musing.”
I find comfort in you.
hatred for the soul
“and I just wish I could express to you what it’s like for me to hate myself as deeply as I do. To the point where it’s not even hate anymore, it’s deeper than that, it’s more like despising, even more than that. To loathe oneself, to execrate oneself, to abhor oneself. That is just the tip of the iceberg, It’s much deeper. And it hurts, oh god it hurts. It hurts so bad to abhor myself this much, to want to hurt myself so bad, to want to kill myself this much. I wish I could explain this into words but I’m doing my best and I know it’s not enough. You said that it hurts you when I said those words with such confidence and then I said “it’s something like how the boy who cried wolf.” You told me that it didn’t make sense. I replied with “well, if I say what I want to do to myself, I won’t do it. If I don’t say what I want to do to myself, I will indefinitely go through with it. I know that’s fucked, but that’s just how I am.” I can’t fathom anymore words than these and I am so apologetic, I am apologetic from the bottom of my heart to the tip of it. I just wish I could make you understand, but I feel like in order for you to understand, I would have to put you through as much pain as I am personally in. And I could never do that. I could never put you in this much pain and suffering and loathing for oneself. I just couldn’t. That’s terrible. It’s cruel. But if only I could fathom the words, if only I could bleed out the right constellations, the right amount of stardust, the right pieces, I could put it all together and give you the world for you to see through my eyes. If only I could help you to see what it’s like to see everything through my eyes. It would hurt you oh so bad, but nature would be oh so fucking angelic, love. I promise.”
-why did I explain in depth to you how I wanted to die? and why did I do it with such confidence?
~hellishnightterrors 8/21/18