Depression Is Fuel For Creation

virginiacountryboy:
Haha it’s pretty simple really. Our mind goes from thinking we have logic to “joiealhrngerkdjshnvlkzjhdnsf”. It kind of sneaks up on you. You get to see her, and all of a sudden you find yourself wanting to see her more, and you’re not entirely too sure why. Just something about her makes you smile. You talk to her as much as you can. Or you at least try to anyways. But to be honest sometimes you find yourself at a loss for words. It’s because she’s gorgeous; you literally lose every thought in your mind. The only words you’re thinking are “wow…this girl…” and you WANT to tell her. But you know it’s not the right time, and you’re worried you’ll just scare her off. We think that for a number of reasons…you could have been hurt in the past by a guy and we don’t want to be associated with him by a stereotype, you could not be interested in us and think we’re creepy, the usual stuff. Anyways, as you talk to her more and more and time passes by. Days. Weeks. Months. However long it takes…you find your days strange if you don’t talk to her. She’s on your mind all the time. Everything from “man I wish she was here…” to “I can’t get over how beautiful her eyes are…I see them everytime I close mine…”. Then next thing you know you’re with her, and your heart starts racing as you begin to get shaky. You don’t want her to see your hand trembling, but in front of everybody you physically flirt a little to test the waters. And if she plays back you swallow everything and lightly go to take her hand. In front of every one. Your friends are cheering you on in their heads, but you can see it in their eyes. And then you look into hers just to see if she’s just as nervous as you are…..and at that point it’s fair to say you’ve fallen for a girl. Maybe not totally gone off the ledge, fallen in love. But she’s definitely going to be almost every thought you have. And every moment you’re not with her, you’re going to wish you were. And if you’re lucky enough to reach the point where she starts taking your hand first? Good luck son. Heart will be skipping beats. Pulse will be sky rocketing. Words may even stutter. I guess what I’m getting at is, a girl is kind of like an addiction. Not in a bad way (most the time). But once one catches your attention you can never get enough of her. You want more. You want to see her more. You want to hold her more. And above all else you want her to smile more…because all of those things, they give you a rush you just can’t replace. 


Fuck…. That is completely, undeniably true.

virginiacountryboy:

Haha it’s pretty simple really. Our mind goes from thinking we have logic to “joiealhrngerkdjshnvlkzjhdnsf”. It kind of sneaks up on you. You get to see her, and all of a sudden you find yourself wanting to see her more, and you’re not entirely too sure why. Just something about her makes you smile. You talk to her as much as you can. Or you at least try to anyways. But to be honest sometimes you find yourself at a loss for words. It’s because she’s gorgeous; you literally lose every thought in your mind. The only words you’re thinking are “wow…this girl…” and you WANT to tell her. But you know it’s not the right time, and you’re worried you’ll just scare her off. We think that for a number of reasons…you could have been hurt in the past by a guy and we don’t want to be associated with him by a stereotype, you could not be interested in us and think we’re creepy, the usual stuff. Anyways, as you talk to her more and more and time passes by. Days. Weeks. Months. However long it takes…you find your days strange if you don’t talk to her. She’s on your mind all the time. Everything from “man I wish she was here…” to “I can’t get over how beautiful her eyes are…I see them everytime I close mine…”. Then next thing you know you’re with her, and your heart starts racing as you begin to get shaky. You don’t want her to see your hand trembling, but in front of everybody you physically flirt a little to test the waters. And if she plays back you swallow everything and lightly go to take her hand. In front of every one. Your friends are cheering you on in their heads, but you can see it in their eyes. And then you look into hers just to see if she’s just as nervous as you are…..and at that point it’s fair to say you’ve fallen for a girl. Maybe not totally gone off the ledge, fallen in love. But she’s definitely going to be almost every thought you have. And every moment you’re not with her, you’re going to wish you were. And if you’re lucky enough to reach the point where she starts taking your hand first? Good luck son. Heart will be skipping beats. Pulse will be sky rocketing. Words may even stutter. I guess what I’m getting at is, a girl is kind of like an addiction. Not in a bad way (most the time). But once one catches your attention you can never get enough of her. You want more. You want to see her more. You want to hold her more. And above all else you want her to smile more…because all of those things, they give you a rush you just can’t replace. 

Fuck…. That is completely, undeniably true.

Unf

Unf

Chilly Art we?

Chilly Art we?

touchmydickk:

oh my gosh

Unf

touchmydickk:

oh my gosh

Unf

- Sorry I really did try
Me: fuck that, you still got time to take that cunt to the movies Last Night, if you got no time is because you fucking choose it.


Now will be my motherfucking turn, and if I happen to have next Sunday busy youll have to fucking make a strap on your balls because Im sick and tired of keeping my sundays for you basterd, and you just dispose of it like shit just with an “im sorry”
Fuck this shit.

Last Night I got broken hearted in the cruelest of ways, last night I got abandoned although I was surrounded by people at that house, last night wasn’t Christmas, because my best friend just plainly ignored me, i got dumped by the one person who was supposed to understand all this shit that just happened before last night.

So henceforth I declare I never EVER want to celebrate a christmas, NEVER AGAIN will I buy more presents, cook for nodoby things so elaborated, no not anymore
If anything this holidays have only been useful to make me bitter, even more than I was, and now I don’t have a clue what to fucking do next, because it seems that indeed all my world is crashing down and this there’s no way possible for me to stop it.

Thoughts for Christmas Day

Last Night I got broken hearted in the cruelest of ways, last night I got abandoned although I was surrounded by people at that house, last night wasn’t Christmas, because my best friend just plainly ignored me, i got dumped by the one person who was supposed to understand all this shit that just happened before last night.

So henceforth I declare I never EVER want to celebrate a christmas, NEVER AGAIN will I buy more presents, cook for nodoby things so elaborated, no not anymore
If anything this holidays have only been useful to make me bitter, even more than I was, and now I don’t have a clue what to fucking do next, because it seems that indeed all my world is crashing down and this there’s no way possible for me to stop it.

Maybe you are what I need right now

From mountain and men, tha joy of watching your happines is something indescribable, I say nonsense because sweetness and frinship have never a clear path.

Should you go through the bitterness of time, I’ll be whatever you need: A lifesaver in the storm, a parachute in free fall, or a finger in your throat when you need to expell the pain.

Because there is something you know, it is that my life and my heart are like a polar night, cold and lonely to the one that luckily in the darkness will see herself lightened by the green aurorean promise that there will be another 6 months of light shining in life.

Then it seems…  that at last … at last you did what I thought you weren’t able to, at last you moved on. That’s what I’m obliged to believe, although I won’t deny sometimes I had the desperate urge to hate you, I know that at last you started to forget (forgive I hope, nah there I would be so optimistic, I could be confuseb by an idealist),  you will never know how happy this makes me feel. 

And how can I tell?, well I never found shame in looking at your blog ever once in a while.

I hope this time too, I’m not wrong.

I’m sorry

So fuck … I now got to realize everything … put everything on balance, measured everything, I know i was cruel, I dealt pain, without hesitation, without blinking because you knew that was not in my nature, because I told you always the truth, that I make decisions, I just don’t only say shit.

Now that I realize, I cannot apologize, but still I feel sorry for you … yes Sorry is the word, maybe so used in such a light way thee days that it aybe los it’s meaning … but not for me, because i don’t feel guilty, that would lead to regret which i don’t feel either, I don’t feel pity for you, cause I have no more mercy nor the patience to pretend I can. I feel sorry, because I wanted so more better things for you, I wanted the best … I gave you always m best face, and still it wasn’t enough … never enough because you never truly knew what you were after, this i knew I knew we were both broken I thought maybe our ruptures would make us mend because we would fit each other … but the thing is … you are so weak to fight, you got tired so quickly i almost felt disgust . .  . you didnt even try to figh for the only thing you said you cared; then FUCK … . never again will I be close to you, because of you inhability to look past through what you hate, because of your willing to keep only what you hate of us … of your fakeness at youself by trying to fool you because you know you like nobody, you cannot be with them, but need to because you are chaed by fear and you will never get rid of the fear of loneliness, and for this I’m sorry, I’m sorry you werent stronger.