seen from China
seen from Russia
seen from Austria
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Russia
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Yemen
seen from Sweden
seen from United States
seen from Netherlands
seen from Singapore
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from South Korea
seen from China
seen from United States
When you’re having a decent day and looking forward to a decent night when suddenly, a wild negative thought appears. It uses crippling thought train, and it’s super effective. You are paralyzed and slowly lose HP to drain. You run, but you cannot use run. Now you’re 0% HP on the bed creating a pool of tears and droopy mucus trying to stop your metaphorical death from being a real one. Why was this instilled in me?
Spin spin spin!
Ladies, gents, and everyone none and in between, spiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin the
W H E E L
O F
S I C K N E S S ! ! ! !
That’s right, folks! Test your luck to see which of these stressssssful and unwanted states of health YOU’LL be going through today! Super Migraines! Emotional Meltdowns! Seasonal Flu! Hundred-Temp Fever! Suicidal Thoughts! Nausea! Coughing Fits! Sense Sensitivity!
From mild and annoying to daaaaaaaangerously bad, we’ve got it all! Tune in today!!!!
The Return Jealousy
Blurgh. I hate getting waves of envy every once in a while. Yes, she's acne free and has a beautiful voice and they're all successful and enjoying what they do in the craft I wish I could be as successful in, but I'm too busy being confused about life. It's hard enough as it is to try and maintain friends and not feel like I'm inadequate all the time. Yes, jealousy. I get it. Go away. I hate you. You make me feel like shit. It's not necessarily full-blown self-hated. It's just hard to accept that my dreams are worthless and I will not do or become anything greater. It's not fame seeking; it's feeling respected and worthwhile by most. If I say "that's not true," then why can't I make any decent piece of work these days? Why can't I sing anymore? It's like I'm just as pathetic as I was before college as I am in it. The only difference is that I finally don't get pimples as much as I used to, and I dress slightly better. Yeah. Woo. Fuck you, jealousy. Fuck you.
All for dat booty and plunder.
I'm thinking of getting a job to earn some money, and they're accepting nude art models for $15 an hour. I personally love drawing and painting from models because you learn so much from them, but they sorely lack them here at my school. So, bring the opportunity to them instead of waiting? Haven't finalized it yet, but to be the subject of art is fascinating. I never really considered myself at the top-notch of beauty, but I think my body would be an interesting enough to create. And how wonderful it would be to see how everyone sees and forms the body in their own eyes? Maybe I could get a much needed ego-boost about myself (while earning some munmunz).
[ Note: In case I actually have to state this, no, I will not be modeling in any form of pornography. This is purely academic for the study of art and anatomy ]
Update 021515
Aaah. Contemplating a new poem/prose/literary thing and finishing up another. The first is titled "Party Favors" over a timid yet cocky-minded dude trying to find a girl to fuck and another comparing love to a necromancer and his or her corpse. All the while I'm in a great mood from hanging out with a friend all day, and a meh mood from realizing that I fuck up most of the interactions I have from people who I like and people who like me. This is it. I'm bound to be a spinster. This would be lovely and all if my mind wouldn't bother me so much about being single. It's not like I'm even bound to the concept as much as some nagging feeling making me become attracted to individuals. Just stop it, mind. Let me be. Let me be single, content, and become immune to the affects of loneliness like I did as a child, plz kthnx.
Back from the Dead III
I've been saving up for that dashboard takeover for so long now. Just not a queue type of person (probably not in some of you guys' favor - sorry not sorry). Also been thinking about updating my picture or posting more pictures me when I feel hella cute, but then I remember I'm a lazy pickle who'd rather no life than reach over to grab a phone or press the camera button. Granted, as much as I wish I was a more social person, I end up... not? What can I say?
@ ^@
Tumblr goes silent as DA:I midnight release players do their thing. I'll just... sit here... waiting... Can't get it till 10am tomorrow only because I don't know how to drive. THE ONLY REASON. There is a car readily available that I could use... if I knew how to drive. Feeling kinda meh. On another note, one of the
