#half glass

[nerdismindecor]

The Nightmare Before Christmas half glass set found at Hot Topic.

[fishtankinsurance]

I’ve been antisocial and distant but the floors/carpets of my house are spotless because of it.

[hotfroglegs]

First Drink

It is impossible for me to know when I took my first drink. Of course I mean drink of booze but it may as well have been a drink of anything- mother's milk. I can remember being in kindergarten and earnestly asserting, "But you used to let me drink beers all the time!" I'm pretty sure I was told I was "too old" to be innocent anymore of such things and had to yet wait until I was somehow "old enough" again. It is a struggle that followed me throughout life, being caught between ages, always too much but not enough at the same time. By middle school I was reintroduced to alcohol through pre bottled fuzzy navels and blue dyed Boone's Farm "wine". These drinks were given freely by family. But also by middle school I needed something harder, craving a power beyond myself but tangible to keep me from my night terrors which were memories of the reality of my ongoing sexual abuse. Good thing my paternal Papaw was still making pure ethanol in the form of moonshine. This location I stole away and kept as secret as the abuse I was enduring. Freshman year of high school I sold moonshine soaked cherries at school, often with my fourteen year old lips matching the glowing maraschino color. I used the cash to buy shitty weed from other teenagers which helped curb my appetite for alcohol, and just in time because by the next year it seemed Papaw was out of the habit once again, aging as he was.

[hotfroglegs]

First smoke

I learned what roaches were from mom. I had thrown them out of her car ash tray and was confused when she frantically questioned where the roaches went. She also bragged about rolling joints with tampon papers. So I thought it would be impressive to the older kids when I said I had a blunt and showed up with some Mexican brick weed in a yellow Tampax paper. Mom didn't smoke such Schwag and I dared not take from her stash. I had secured the shitty weed in a trade for moonshine soaked cherries at school.

[lonoda]

Worry is a misuse of the imagination

Dan Zadra

[dailybehbeh]

Behbeh Book

[thor-is-the-bae]

Back from the challenge and this little shit who was actually a year older than me tried to tell me to stop seeing everything as a glass half full when in actual fact a glass is half full when it has been filled up half way and it's half empty when it's been filled and then emptied half way.

[deepcoffeedreamer]

Past post~ Half Glass

Sometimes you have to look at that half filled glass that you are unsatisfied with and fill it with your own kind of satisfaction. Otherwise, it’s going to remain half empty; it’s half living. Half-living is just as worse as living because why live life half-heartedly—you are basically a robot. No human can survive as just a robot so you have to find something to make you whole; something to make you feel alive again. Just a thought.