Aug 15
your bite marks linger on me like bruised violets
as tears and rosewater spill out of me.
seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Netherlands
seen from Yemen
seen from China
seen from Germany
seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from Belgium
seen from United States
seen from Türkiye
seen from United States
seen from Mexico
seen from China
seen from South Korea
seen from United States
seen from Germany
seen from Germany
your bite marks linger on me like bruised violets
as tears and rosewater spill out of me.
+ ещё одна книга за август. "Человек-комбини" Саяка Мурата
У меня остались какие-то странные и смешанные чувства после прочтения этой книги. Не скажу, что это было не интересно. Было интересно, просто на протяжении всей истории я думала о том, а какая им всем разница, что она до сих пор живёт одна и работает в магазине...
Человек вполне доволен своей жизнью, имеет дело, которое у него получается и которое ему нравится. Так в чем собственно проблема? И я рада, что в конце она все таки вернулась на свой путь.
Дико раздражал и бесил Сираха. Да, он тоже не вписывается в общество и это же общество на него давит. Он тоже не такой как все. Только вот гг Кейко не зависит ни от кого, она работает и хоть маломальски, но обеспечивает себя сама. А он буквально паразит.
Тут даже сложновато ставить оценку. Но думаю где-то 7.5-8/10.
Blackburn: Does it matters who wins the argument?
Tom: Yeah, it matters, i wanna win
A Brat
"Fuck capitalism"
Never wins
Yuri: It matters...but what matters more is... fairness
Secretly wants to win
"Sorry, I was very busy climbing a mountain."
The most perfect
Wyatt: I don't care...but if you try to win...
The genius
"Social rules? What are those?"
Always win
Vik: It doesn't matter, but what matters more is- who the fuck are you to start an argument with me?
Drama Queen
"I am the best"
He doesn't care about winning, he just wants to see chaos.
Dairy plants can improve compliance and operational efficiency by replacing manual CIP and SIP maintenance records with digital systems.
I lost my chance with ice cream by my grandmother asking me questions like why are you wearing my house shoes and hair all out
to make myself feel better I will listen to music on loop for an hour & might play games
welcome to my girl diaries!!
welcome to my digital diary and girl blog!! i kinda don't really know what exactly i want to post on here but I'm excited because i finally got the courage to start a small blog!!
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here's a little about me:
❀ I'm eighteen ❀ full time college student ❀INFP
❀ I love writing ❀ batman is my favorite superhero
❀ this is my first blog ❀ she/her
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socials:
❀ after I clean up my playlist I will link my Spotify
“Money can’t buy happiness”
It feels like a meaningless platitude designed to keep people from desiring more then they have.
Money could help me from being as stressed as I am from the bills that continue to stack up and are delayed until I have enough to pay them.
Money could help me go back to the dentist, a thing I can’t afford right now, while I live pay check to pay check.
Money would help me get transportation for my husband, so he can return to work and we can move from being under the pump constantly to being able to relax.
However.
There appears to be a sweet zone. Enough money to not live pay check to pay check, but not so much money to be considered “upper class”.
I have never seen a person who is considered “upper class” smile with genuine sincerity and when you examine the billionaire class, you realise something very quickly.
These people are as stressed as I am.
They’re at risk of being murdered for their wealth, under pressure to continue making massive amounts of money, no matter the ethical cost, and constantly in the public eye.
That sounds fucking miserable.
To be clear, I have absolutely no sympathy for any of them. They could so very easily remove themselves from the problem by simply ceasing. Cease their dedication to treating the rest of the human race and the planet like a metaphorical concept and move back into reality with the rest of us.
They could literally retire right now in peace and never have to do anything that they’re doing ever again. They could choose to never be in the limelight ever again, move to a country on the other side of the world and start a small cottage farm.
Any billionaire with more than 10 billion dollars to their name could literally end world hunger as we speak and it would change the history of the world. Their images could 180 so easily, and yet they chose not to.
Capitalism may have not fallen as quickly as Communism to dictators, but it has fallen all the same. It doesn’t look like the militaristic iron fist of the CCP or USSR, because at first glance, it looks like each individual still has a choice.
But let’s be honest with each other, do you feel like you have a choice when it comes to how you live your life?