“look, i’ve got some bad intentions, guilty as fucking charged.”
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“look, i’ve got some bad intentions, guilty as fucking charged.”
there's something wrong here..
And it's just embarrassing. I nearly threw up.
While I'm trying hard to change the things I always screw up.
Worry list : rituel anti-angoisse ou rumination déguisée ?
Pourquoi la worry list (Autrement dit : une liste des inquiétudes) revient-elle partout dès que l’anxiété monte ? Comme si une simple liste pouvait calmer un esprit en surchauffe ? En parcourant la presse un soir de semaine, entre deux notifications et un dîner un peu trop rapide, je suis tombée sur un papier qui présentait la worry list comme un rituel “anti-angoisse”. Et tout de suite, j’ai vu…
Worry List
Apartment is officially off my worry list.
Now, onto worrying about graduate school and what I’ll do if I don’t get into graduate school. Hooray! I should find out by March 29th. SO CROSS ALL Y’ALL’S FINGERS!
Officially moving out of my place and into Dragos’ place on the Upper West/West Harlem this weekend (I’ve already been living here a bit over a week as my place has the gas turned off and no internet). Looking forward to getting out of here and truly starting fresh. We’re planning to drive from New York to Seattle (he understandably doesn’t want to put his dog in the belly of a plane) after he gets his room rented. First we have to stop in South Carolina to sell his car, but then, we (pups and all) really hit the road!
Also, we hit 6 months today! :) <3 I’m attempting to make dairy-free quiche Lorraine tonight (his favorite).
Worries
I worry. I worry until there is nothing left of me. I worry until there is no other train of thought and worry becomes my skin and my bones.
I’m a naturally anxious person, meaning I worry about everything. But my worry list has changed in the last six months. It’s gone from “Oh man, is my eyeliner even?” to “Is today the day I come home to John’s dead body?”. Being in a relationship with a drug addict has affected my anxieties in an unspeakable way. I’m terrified every fucking second he’s not in my sight.
Is today the day I come home to your dead body after an overdose?
Is today the day you get arrested?
Is today the day you go into the bathroom and not come out?
Is today the day I get a call from the hospital?
Is today the day you get ahold of a bad batch?
Is today the day when you need just a little bit more and overdose?
Oh god does that needle mark look infected?
Are your needles clean?
Oh please god tell me you’re not sharing needles.
When’s the last time you used a clean needle?
Your pupils look more constricted than usual, are you okay?
Are you capable of loving me back?
Or are your drugs the only thing you know how to love?
What are you hiding in your pocket?
Do I want to know?
Are you really grabbing a beer with the boys?
Do you ever tell the truth?
Are you losing another tooth?
Are those fresh scabs on your face?
God why am I putting myself through this?
Oh please god you’ve been in there for 74 minutes please don’t be dead.
I may be gone but I never walked out
Blue October - Worry List
Don't be concerned that's just the power of a breaking heart. How good am I hiding it?
This is what your story's about. My pretty little girl, can you figure it out? If it helps to know so there is no doubt, Just listen to the stories. Not everything is glorious. Some hurt. Some love. Some shout. I fought the world and I lost that bout. And you are what my album's about. I might've been gone but I never walked out.
Worry List, Blue October