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Pix: A little light humor (& 2 political pics) to enlighten our days...
A. Blame Game - I couldn't be the guilty one!
B. I will do anything for love, ahh... great Meat Loaf song.
C. Almost as creepy as a masked dentist telling you to say, "Aaaiee!!"
D. "New boss, same as the old boss" - The Who.
E. Way to go, busy mutant...
F. Multiversal traveler?
End.
You know what hurts real bad?
Having your narcissistic ex, flirt with his buddies woman right in front of me and they act dumb like I don’t get the vibe.
Hurt me all you want but don’t make me watch and listen and suffer through this type of bullshit.
Hate me go ahead but you fucked up for the last time.
Just go fly a kite.
My hearts been ripped apart…..
Not cool.
Randy isn't happy in Wisconsin. His dad sucks (his one family member out here), his stupid step-brother came out here which is one of the reasons Randy left NH in the first place and it's making him miserable, he says he hasn't found "the complete happiness he thought he'd find when he moved." But, he doesn't want to go back to NH because it makes him unhappy, too. He's been drinking super regularly, and the getting drunk kind of drinking, because he says it distracts him. It's what he did before leaving NH and he has told me himself that he doesn't want to fall back into it. He's been here about seven months with his step brother being here for about two (which I can tell his unhappiness has increased since then).
I've tried to give him ideas like moving into his own place - thinking the separation from his dad and his step family would help a bit - but he doesn't want to because "he might go backpacking next summer and doesn't want to be in a year lease". (Maybe that's not the real reason. Maybe it's because wants to move sooner than a year). I've mentioned taking a couple classes at our tech college to help advance him in his work (he is a contractor and he wants to be an electrician) but he says school isn't for him. I just mentioned today the idea of seeing someone about depression, since that started kicking in over a year ago and he's gone to drinking since then. I want to find his step-brothers parole officer since he's here past his visa and claiming he can't go back to NH. If anyone has any hook ups for parole officers who work with folks with the last name of M let me know... I seriously am considering contacting her.
I think he's going to leave. I don't know when and I don't know where to. He said himself he would need a job lined up and a place to live. Idfk. Why would the universe send me someone almost perfect for me and then take them away? Any tips on how to stop falling in love with someone is super appreciated.
You are my everything and now I'm your nothing
Let it go. Ma anche no.
Oggi sono stata abbastanza infelice e nostalgica da aver trovato il coraggio di romanticizzare l'irromanticizzabile leggendo poesie e frasi celebri di autori di un certo livello.
Ho letto parecchio sull'amore. Idee discordanti ad una prima lettura, ma approfondendo e indugiando con gli occhi stanchi tra le righe, ho scoperto che è un' idea talmente assemblata nel corso dei secoli, da essere stata resa universale. C'è chi lo odia, chi lo ama, chi lo aspetta, chi lo rifiuta, che se ne tiene alla larga e chi come me ogni volta se lo ritrova evanescente tra le punte delle dita.
Mi sono chiesta che tipo di amore sia il mio. A quanto pare è uno di quegli amori che affascina le prime 6 settimane e poi lascia il tempo che trova.
Lame, direbbero gli inglesi.
L'altro giorno ho detto "I love you" ad un ragazzo. Chi mi conosce o legge stralci del mio tumblr sa di Steve. Non voglio parlare di lui, perché lui non rappresenta l'amore, ne é solo la causa.
Era domenica scorsa, verso metà pomeriggio. Il bello di dirlo in inglese è che lasci sempre il beneficio del dubbio al tuo interlocutore che si struggerà o fingerà di aver mal interpretato quelle tre paroline magiche che dicono tutto o dicono niente.
Premetto che non lo dico spesso; non è una frase che amo regalare a chiunque come può essere un saluto o un grazie, e sì: ogni volta che lo dico, è perché lo penso davvero.
Questo mi frega. Mi si legge negli occhi: le pupille mi si dilatano e mi mordo il labbro e se mi si è abbastanza vicini è possibile sentirmi tremare leggermente.
La sua risposta è stata celata tra sorrisi e altre frasi gentili che ho già dimenticato: "I don't feel the same way you feel about me." SBAM.
"Non provo per te quello che tu provi per me" detta dopo un anno e mezzo di incontri desiderati, dichiarazioni da romanzo e 4 mesi di giornate vissute come nel copione di un film, non fa proprio lo stesso effetto che può fare a 14 anni, quando ti dichiari a quello che consideravi il tuo "primo unico e vero amore", dopo averlo visto due volte giocare a calcio nel campetto e quello dice "non mi piaci".
E' ben diverso. TI fa sentire sottovalutata. Come se il tuo amore, non fosse un amore di qualità. Come se il vostro rapporto, fosse un palloncino a forma di cuore stra colmo al 50% dei tuoi purissimi sentimenti per lui, e un 50% di fuffa, bugie, sentimenti fasulli nel quale tu hai creduto per tutto questo tempo.
Il palloncino a cui ti eri aggrappata per volare in alto si sgonfia all'improvviso e tu cadi nel dubbio.
Vorrei che lasciare andare fosse facile.
Everything is spiralling out of control and I'm done trying to fight it. Everything I love is slipping away from me.
Closure. That's all I'm asking for. Wouldn't have thought it was so much, but I guess I was wrong.
Great moments in polyamory: ending your domestic partnership of seven years, then the week after you move out they buy you this mug that they saw and knew it you'd totally love it, because you're still family and you'll always love each other. Also, you're both lonely and this is hard, so you call every day and comfort each other. They hope you and your other partner are doing well. You can't wait to hear about the awesome adventures they have dating and being single. "Breaking up" is a term that doesn't really even make sense anymore.
