Whenever I hear someone say "I want a goth gf to curb stomp me and spit in my wounds" I just think "you haven't had a nice hot chocolate or a cup of tea while listening to the rain in a long while and it shows"

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Whenever I hear someone say "I want a goth gf to curb stomp me and spit in my wounds" I just think "you haven't had a nice hot chocolate or a cup of tea while listening to the rain in a long while and it shows"
I can describe profound sadness but I cannot describe profound happiness.
Moments? Yes.
I can describe euphoria but not bliss.
I can however describe despair
and hopeless
and terror.
But I cannot describe bliss.
I can describe profound sadness but I cannot describe profound happiness.
this is ur sign that if youve spent all your life bottling up shit and thoughts and feelings and someone tells u its ok to let it out w them and feel your feelings authentically and be honest and that u should defend yourself especially with them that its a LIE and a TRAP theyre LYING they WILL judge you and turn you in to the NORMAL PEOPLE POLICE that will HATE you and JUDGE u for not Being Normal do nOT fall for it this has been a psa
" no no I don't think I resemble my parents haha"
I know I am my father's daughter, I know I will forever imitate his image.
I am a mimic of the misery that made me.
And he is to blame, and I am to blame for confiding in his vices; when I promised myself i wouldn't be as weak as him.
Thinking about the fact that one of the most popular "go-to hairstyles" is technically named after a horse's ass.
I drank even more. we are at the karaoke right now. i would still kiss them. albeit, i know i am happy. this is where i am supposed to be. i know i am supposed to be. i don't need to kiss them. i am intoxicated, yes! but that's the whole point, isn't it? i am drunk, and this time, i am an adult. it's okay for me to be so, so, so happy, and to feel like this is supposed to be. maybe, my mother and my father felt the same way, long ago. ain't this a milestone of life? I am happy. maybe this is an important step of life. to be drunk and think, "this is it. I figured it out." life is so beautiful when you are an hour and and half from home, and you can be free. you can be who you are supposed to be, with the colourful spinning lights that make you really dizzy.
Worried that the mistakes I made define me. But what about the good things and people I have helped. They forgive the mistakes. Does that mean I can become my best self through effort? Allowing myself grace is difficult. I want to grow and stop blaming my state of mind on circumstance. Life is for living. Justice is a social construct and imposing some cosmic form of punishment on myself solves nothing.
BE YOURSELF
Bend me over and penetrate me deep