When your mom is a whore, you realise that the people asking her for money are really deserving of it.
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When your mom is a whore, you realise that the people asking her for money are really deserving of it.
Women are trying to turn me into a man, because my husband lives inside of me, I researched and in the Bible it says that when a partner is found and they are wed they live as one. So now all of them are asking when my man is going to climb out. Like do I even exist anymore.
Husbands just want to know if their wives love them.
What's tough about life is when your mom's hurt. Life is good right now in case anyone cares.
What if I exist only in my imagination?
Are we alive because we think, or do we think because we are alive. Like is thinking the motion of existence, or is it just a fun thing to do while we exist.
This post is stealing my boyfriend.
“The world of appearances is complicated, and language has only verbalized a minuscule part of its potential, indefatigable combinations.”
— Jorge Luis Borges, “Verbiage for Poems”
We talk in more than just words, to the point we sometimes don't say anything at all.
Eeoore makes my life make sense, makes me feel like I matter...
sharp objects - gillian flynn
Flies aren't that ugly
It seems people are being born to tell me what to do. I suppose my power is problematic. But here's the kicker. It started off as reassuring. And now they want to dictate. So maybe someone should tell you what to do constantly.
My toxins prior detox were not posting Tumblr posts
Looking back, someone reprimanded me, and then I felt negative towards myself, who apparently is the devil...
And I wonder what plot twist you were.
I'm not in love with Charles Bukowski.
I am Nicola.
Lucifer is seducing me in disguise.
Women hurting other women, is not a victory.