finni

vieled within our own flesh, yet to understand the pulchritudinous of vulnerability that becomes of those denuded

[mellifluousamok]

Hoarding Thoughts

There is a large scale of each person’s reasoning for holding onto things. One may relate a picture or object to a past friend or favorite memory and start to make a collection, then forget its’ reasoning of happiness and make a new one. They may see an object as paraphernalia, when really it is just the opposite and not necessary. Until one day these collections get out of control and the collections surround them with indistinguishable amounts of clutter, but they still have that urge to feel even an instant of favorable deja-vu from it, so they decide to keep it all. Just as snowflakes are different, no one person’s story is identical. You can simply not group the lives of millions of people as one.

[mellifluousamok]

this too shall pass

[mellifluousamok]

when you can just talk to a person for hours, that right here is beautiful

[mellifluousamok]

why are we afraid of things that come so easy to others

[mellifluousamok]

Hoarding Thoughts

There is a large scale of each person’s reasoning for holding onto things. One may relate a picture or object to a past friend or favorite memory and start to make a collection, then forget its’ reasoning of happiness and make a new one. They may see an object as paraphernalia, when really it is just the opposite and not necessary. Until one day these collections get out of control and the collections surround them with indistinguishable amounts of clutter, but they still have that urge to feel even an instant of favorable deja-vu from it, so they decide to keep it all. Just as snowflakes are different, no one person’s story is identical. You can simply not group the lives of millions of people as one.

[mellifluousamok]

irrationality

i have an irrational fear of having people over. growing up it was okay and i had people over until about 6th grade. at times i would get nervous like for example my friend, lets call her cher, asked for a glass of water. i gave cher a glass of water. she picks up the glass only to find a wet piece of dog food under and starts getting really grossed out. cher and her twin sister made digusted faces and went on about how gross it was. this did not cause my fear but it is just a very simple version of it. i suppose i am embarrassed or afraid of being judged. i do not like the feeling of having people look around my house and feel as if they are judging my house, thus might judge me. im afraid i might screw up and have my parents judge me. i am simply afraid. today my parents had the soccer team over after the state cup. no one came until 20 min later. i sat with two people, making small talk, for about 20 min until my close friend, lets call her iris, arrived. i went to greet her and she said something along the lines of ur the hostess u cant... i didnt hear the rest. ever since then i want to know what i did wrong. but anyway, during the thing iris’ mom who i am close with noticed how i wasnt really enjoying myself and checked in on me. she honestly helped alot by acknowledging the fact that i dont like having people over. i was scared shitless the entire night. but in all i got over a little bit of my fear so i achieved something. i hope i get better.

[just-shower-thoughts]

If you are “the shit” it’s good. If you are just “a piece of shit” it’s bad. If you collect all the pieces into a bag it’s “a sack of shit” and still bad. Piles of shit are bad. Only having all of your shit together at once, never piecing it out, is a good thing.

[mellifluousamok]

why do people hang out with eachothers exs LOL when you talk bad about the ex not even 24 hours before then one of your “bestfriends” goes and invites him over

[just-shower-thoughts]

Dark Matter is a meme made up by physicists to hide the fact that they have no fucking idea how the universe works.

[prorevenge]

Don't mess with my car.

warning: long story.

When I was in high school, my first car was a cheap little Geo that I’d bought with money I’d saved working my ass off at the neighborhood pizza joint. Obviously, it was nothing special, but it was mine and I was proud of it.

I lived in a very affluent suburb in the Midwest at the time though, and a majority of my peers drove much nicer cars – either daddy’s BMW, or a BMW daddy bought for them. I mean, everyone else didn’t literally drive BMWs exclusively, but you get the idea.

Anyway, I was a junior at the time, and there were a handful of bullies (seniors) who decided that because I drove a dated, inexpensive car, I deserved to be subjected to constant ridicule and harrassment. I was constantly being called “poor” and laughed at for driving “such a cheap piece of shit”. In reality, my family was actually decently well off. My parents could’ve bought me a brand new Mercedes if they’d wanted, but they came from nothing and wanted me to earn my first car. And being raised by them I was fine with that.

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[mellifluousamok]

why is it that most of society is ashamed of their actions and telling people things? why hide behind somethind and not let people know you. they wont understand your actions in future times unless they know what happened in the previous time.

[poemswords]

[mellifluousamok]

Hoarding Thoughts

There is a large scale of each person’s reasoning for holding onto things. One may relate a picture or object to a past friend or favorite memory and start to make a collection, then forget its’ reasoning of happiness and make a new one. They may see an object as paraphernalia, when really it is just the opposite and not necessary. Until one day these collections get out of control and the collections surround them with indistinguishable amounts of clutter, but they still have that urge to feel even an instant of favorable deja-vu from it, so they decide to keep it all. Just as snowflakes are different, no one person’s story is identical. You can simply not group the lives of millions of people as one.

[trapcard]

your crush or whatever not liking you back isn’t really a big deal it just means they don’t like you back. you don’t need to hyper analyze and fix shit that doesn’t need to be fixed cuz it will never end. all you’ll end up doing is trying to recreate yourself and get frustrated when you can’t. growth and improvement is natural and you should want that but not because you want someone to like you back. but because YOU want to grow and like yourself.

[heartbreakhur]

[poemswords]

[mellifluousamok]

why so sly?

i see whats beneath those blue eyes.