#depreche mode

[ghostpyre]

Pathology lab is empty on the weekends meaning I can wear my clothes while I take care of some experiments

[wycombewanderer]

robert & aaron I enjoy the silence

robert wanted to go eco-glamping with aaron under the stars at some awful muddy festival in which they’d inevitably end up bonking in the tents and aaron agreed, and I for one think that’s beautiful.

for @omarandjohnny happy birthday johnny, love ya you sexy mess!!!

[asstrofem]

On a reblog tear. Sorry. I'm just trying to fight my depreche mode. Tumblr is great for that.

[glibribs]

commission for depreche_mode on twitter

[comediafinitaest-blog]

El calor y el más enfermizo dulce aroma de sábanas que se aferran de mis rodillas y mis pies. Pero me estoy ahogando en el tiempo, hacia un ritmo desesperado.Se siente como casa. Debí haberlo sabido, desde mi primer respiro. Dios envió al único verdadero amigo. Lo llamo mío. Pretendo que haré enmiendas. La próxima vez, apreciaré la gloria del final de la línea. Y te agradezco, por traerme aquí, por mostrarme mi hogar, por cantar estas lágrimas. Finalmente veo, que aquí pertenezco.

Home, Depeche Mode♥ mi favorita 

[brightmidnight-blog]

Valentine's was designed to make you feel bad.

There. I said it. 

If you are one-half of a couple, you are expected to make some big deal of the day. Expect having your overtures compared to the ones done by the other couples. Or not. Good luck finding a reservation in a nice restaurant. Ruth's Chris (fucking awesome steakhouse) actually stuffs the floor with extra tables, so everyone is packed in tight. Pray that some asshole doesn't knock a candle over onto the tablecloth, because good luck bolting for the door with everyone else running at the same time.

Ah, romanza! 

The main idea is: the whole thing feels forced. There are anniversaries for a reason. And you should be sweet and thoughtful to your partner everyday anyway.

If you're single...

Oh boy. And why are you single? (Sexy, empowered singles, please stop reading. You're crashing the pity party.) Red ballons everywhere, those fucking gross chocolates...  'Tis the season to want to hang yourself. You're excluded (again!) that tunnel of love dream you're watching pop up all over the radio, those cards...

Just remember that it's all commercial, cliched garbage. Thank God I'm not in high school anymore, now I don't have to see all the stupid couples dressed in red and doing that waddling thing where the guy walks behind the girl wile hugging her. (While both matching outfits and duckwalking are infinitely stupid, it's nice to feel like you're a part of something.) And I was starting to get bored of buying myself V-Day grams signed 'Your Secret Admirer'. (I really did do this shit. Except Senior Year, when I had a boyfriend. I was Forever Alone before Forever was Alone.)

And the only thing that I feel is worse than not getting anything at all is skating that thin line of receiving something from someone that you do not like, being nice, while telling them you're flattered, but you-like-someone-else-and-they-don't-like-you-but-you-should-be-nice-and-spare-this-person's-feelings,-since-they-had-the-balls-you-never-did-and-did-something-so-nice-just-for-you. That bouquet I got in 10th grade. I felt so guilty. Roses have never been heavier than they were that day.

(And it's always been that way. I'd trade all the people who like me for just one.)

I say all this, and yet when I had a boyfriend, I would do the biggest, most over-the-top things for them on Valentine's. Really sappy, sickening shit. Of course. 

But hey. It's not like I don't have plans that Monday. Dinner, movie, bit of a shag. By myself. lolz

I woke up in a bad mood and I've been home alone all day. I'm being a Bitter Bob. 

My first single Valentine's Day since I was 16. I'm 23. 

This ought to be... refreshing?

I'll be fine. 

But if someone asks me who my Valentine is, they're getting a flying elbow to the face.

:D

-S