God these lot are never happy. Tim's complaining that they shook too early and now Karen's complaining that they took too long. Make up your mind, nothing ever seems to be good enough.
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God these lot are never happy. Tim's complaining that they shook too early and now Karen's complaining that they took too long. Make up your mind, nothing ever seems to be good enough.
. . . what was so complicated about all of this, why couldn't he let himself enjoy things?
Brandon Taylor, from Minor Black Figures
November 2, 1958
Trouble in paradise....again.
~"She blew her pretty top"~
If everything was rosy, then something like this wouldn't had set her off. The marriage was always doomed.
You can tell she hated it from day one by the way she squinted at it in their engagement video so I'm not suprised...
Patterned
I make all the first moves I leave myself bare wounded bleeding raw just attempting to find my place in my space in my heart where I belong
the noise in my head in my head in my head in my head repeats the same pain the same pattern until nothing but shapes remain
the ugliness inside scars of what I've done threaten to push out of me birthing my own atrocity bloody mass of filth angry motherless hell of who I've been barely leashed strained and tethered
clean me run me roll me bite me can't be tamed can't be calmed can't be here right with you or anyone else
I've done the wrong I've done the bad I'll curl up and die
I don't deserve this happiness this joy inside I don't deserve this hunger hate
stabbed in the belly with fury resentment stabbed too late with love