#prosr

[cloudswamp]

i know it’s just the fantasy it’s not really about you it’s about projecting my feelings onto a hallucination playing out the scenes as if rehearsed behavior could salvage our hysterical connections — you’re not you, you’re just a dream i shaped to salve my wounds, an over indulgence of ego and desire.

[beerploma]

On the @northaleguide trail #bachelorparty edition! First stop @utepilsbrewing for a Pils! #prosr

[dorspoetrose]

So in confidence and resilience I shall be enhanced through the sensitivity of genuine facilitation.  Dor

[amethystdaylai]

“

i taste roses in my sleep; i awake with chemicals on my tongue. there is the print of you on the back of my eyelids. you haunt me with ghost hands. i cannot get you out of the walls of my mind.

”

[lonesomebigmike]

Wistfulness is just wastefulness

Ten generations past a Polish horseman’s barrel chest saved him from death at the hands of an arrow. He passed that chest to me. But there are no arrows for my giant ribs to stop and the heart inside them has been poisoned by a world that wants bodies that form "V"’s not barrels.

[halfgold-halfroses]

I was at a party last night ..... And this dude who had been drunk off his ass asked everyone why they drank ..... Everyone yelled " to have a good motha f'n time ..... But me i said " to forget his existence " but no matter how much I drank to forget you ... You're still in my drunken thoughts just as much as my sober .

[early-onset-of-night-blog]

Some things my chef told me years ago when we were hiring.

Always schedule the interview early in the morning, like at 7 am. Just by doing that you get rid of ten pussies.

Tell them to go into the cooler to find something. Chicken thigh, say. If it’s a well-organized cooler (and chef’s always was), their mind should grasp it. If not: pussy.

Make them cook something basic, sunny side up eggs with a side of toast and hashbrowns. Show them where the raw materials are and stand back

If they fuck it up: no thanks

Chef enforced a dress code, too: black chinos and a button down the front shirt. TUCKED IN.

If a person is willing to come to a job interview at 7 am and actually change their clothes for a job, well, you got something to work with.

He did not tolerate calling in sick either. “No one in their 20s is sick, EVER!”

If you were in your 20s and you called in sick you were fired, unless you actually showed him the tumor.

I fucking hated my chef, but now, in retrospect, I totally love him :)

Ain’t that weird how it works?

[thetinatang47]

I'll never understand why people make promises they never intend to keep. Maybe, I'm just the kind of fool who thinks when someone says they love you, they actually mean it. Or, when someone says that you're their family they won't actually kick you out of their life. Or, when someone says that you mean the world to them they won't take it back when things get rough. Or, when they say you always have a home with them they won't kick you out because it no longer benefits them. I'm just tired of people never truly meaning what they say...and I always trust them. I won't change who I am (trusting, loving, kind, etc) to accommodate someone else. I'll just move on and do this alone. ...and that, I am okay with.