#dramaqueening

[loustyleshtommo]

Not me saying my piece and blocking people then blasting 🎼I swear I don’t love the drama. It loves me🎶

[vasilinaorlova]

When, in the dead of the night, in a feat of insomnia, you’re roaming the library like a wounded Beast trying to cover your ugly body and mind from the piercing eyes of the Beauty of the World, you might accidentally surround yourself with multiple Zizek zombie incarnations.

#autopsychoanalysis #howtoreadzizek #chicklit #fastphilosophy #dramaqueening

[weirdmirrors]

When, in the dead of the night, in a feat of insomnia, you're roaming the library like a wounded Beast trying to cover your ugly body and mind from the piercing eyes of the Beauty of the World, you might accidentally surround yourself with multiple Zizek zombie incarnations. #autopsychoanalysis #howtoreadzizek #chicklit #fastphilosophy #dramaqueening

[youpretentiousyou]

I don’t want to care. If I care about things, it’ll just be worse, it’ll just be another thing to worry about. It’s less painful if I don’t care.

Clay, “Less Than Zero” by Bret Easton Ellis

[joshcape]

bitchslapped by reality

to all those people who like to reblog little feel good clichés about life and how they are worth something, newsflash... life has no meaning, no point, no reason--just like you and i, it just is. have fun. enjoy yourself. but dont waste your time searching for meaning that simply does not exist. life means nothing, get over it. 

[joshcape]

i have been sitting at my desk for two hours straight now working on a contemporary world project that is asking me, a junior in high school, to stabilize South Sudan... the irony of the situation is that i can't even stabilize (let alone comprehend) my own life and i am being asked to present valid solutions for stabilizing a country?! in a dilatory manner that is only befitting of a teenage boy cusping with sexual frustration i have perused facebook, scrolled my dashboard, and fought my eyelids as i listen to the calming rain against the window pane that allows me an easy glance of the urban chaos. I sit. i type. i bbm. i spew out cant on tumblr knowing full well that no one cares or bothers to read these posts-- unless i were to add a playful .gif thus bastardizing the pure dissatisfaction and apathy i am currently feeling. i am lost playing hide-a-seek with myself, crying to songs by people who are making millions, laughing to jokes at the expense of others in my situation, hoisting myself above others who will no doubt surpass me. i wish more than anything to be hugged tightly or kissed gently and be told that i am cared for, that someone is watching out for me, that someone is there to wipe away my pain and then the epiphany strikes me that i am alone in a world of other people who are also alone and that although we surround ourselves with loved-ones, we are still alone. the only person who truly is, is the osteo-shell of self in whom you seek solace. and then a tear trickles down my eye as i smile to the thought that we are all alone and i am normal, i am just like every one else but at the same time so much different. i know that the recognition of self i so desperately await is some unfamiliar familiarity to utter the words i love you to me to let me know that i am still here, breathing, living, being: myself.

[joshcape]

...mondays

as the wretched conformity of urban society abruptly awoke me with a subtle scream akin to the electric buzz of alarm clocks, i realized with dread that today is, in fact, monday. that day of the week where all things go wrong. the rain pours down with torrential zeal and the coloured trees dance stiffly to the cold rhyme of autumn season. i am overtaken by the repetitive motion of today. i sit in the library--my only friends trapped within the confines of paper and ink; seeing freedom for only a fleeting moment as a "to-be" decides to better their cultural background. rich verse and suspenseful prose organized on shelves by dots and numbers and letters and i think why does this day exist? i spend my days trapped in an institution that promises to make a "successful" man out of me; a citizen worthy of our "great society." i care not that water boils at this temperature at that pressure. i care not that a semi-colon precedes an individual clause closely related to the first clause. all i wish is to retreat to the omnipotent sheets of my bed--to hide from my stresses, my frustrations, my requirements and be an essence rather than a being. the brisk creativity of unrealized potential puddles my mind, only to be absorbed by the dictatorial sponge of western "mass-culture." fuck mondays... like actually though...