Having a creative spark right now. A great writer finds a way of throwing a piece of their lives into everything they’ve written. Sometimes that even means quoting a conversation from your past that had a deep impact on you.
Deactivated my Facebook. Hopefully I won’t be on it for a while. I need a break from it. I hope this helps me write more and focus on better things like myself and not other people’s lives. Goodnight tumblr, my faithful companion.
When you’re married and thinking about having babies, you see them everywhere. It’s the same scenario as the babies, except switch babies with relationships and being married with being single.
I don’t really like certain secrecies. For example, if you care about someone very much, I feel like you should instantly tell them how you feel because it’s honest and people should really respect that. The fact that you’re willing to let them know should be a sign of courage worthy of appreciation. If you don’t have the courage to tell someone how you feel, then why care for them at all? That’s why I would prefer if people told me true things openly, no matter whether it be positive or negative. Truth just leaves more time for acceptance. And this is one very interesting truth I believe in.
“I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car, I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme. I hate the way you’re always “wrong”, I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when “you’re” around, and the fact that you “do” call. But mostly I hate the way I “do” hate you, even close… a little bit… at all. ”
I love changing movie quotes to fit my needs. Every word in quotation marks is changed. I fucking hate you’re optimism and one tracked mind towards whatever the he’ll we are. It makes me sick. I want you out of my life but you’re always fucking there. I hope that scumbag makes you happy cause i really don’t give a single fuck anymore. Enjoy the spousal abuse in a few years, I hope it was worth it. This is the sound of me no longer giving a single flying fuck. And trust me, that nonexistent fuck is a Pegasus.
