They told me to paint in different hues, but my palette only contains the colours of a healing bruise.
Purple-yellow reminders of the bad news, and it’s all from you.
This stupid website is a waste of my time.
Despite my bad attitude and the way I publicly reject guys who hit on me, I’m still a human teenage girl and I still get a little sad when boys are mean to me. Idk.
It’s so funny and uncomfortable when you ask someone if they’re straight edge and they say something like “kind of” or “not completely.” I don’t know if this is a common occurrence or if I’m just lucky enough to get to deal with so many strange people. But haha.
I know too many things.
Fuck off gay lords!!!!
I actually have a lot of things I want to write about right now but I’m waiting until I’m famous or at least have 3 friends who care about my opinions so my words don’t just get sucked into the internet and lost forever
Unsure if I’m depressed or extremely hungry.
There are occasions when I get weird urges to be a cute girlfriend to someone and to feel nice feelings. Which I imagine is a pretty regular, human-esque thing to want. But like, where do you find the time to consistently talk to them and get to know them and kiss them and hold their hand and hang out with them and sleep with them and argue with them and explain why their opinions are stupid and cringe because their haircut looks really bad and make sure they don’t cut up all of your clothes and make fun of you to all of their friends and text you to tell you how they never really liked you and how much happier they are with their new girlfriend and how they wish they broke up with you a long time ago and how you got less attractive and how you’ll never be happy with someone because you’re too insecure and self-loathing???? Haha nah I guess I don’t want a boyfriend.
I remember a bunch of years ago when Shut Eyes played the same venue like three times a month. BSE.
Shut Eyes “Dream Eater”
“Nothing out of the ordinary, I should have known you’d take everything from me. The world you know will hit you full tilt, destroy your loved ones, the walls you’ve built. You don’t care, you just need someone to chase away the bad dreams. You don’t care, you just need to see: what’s haunting you, ain’t haunting me. I am the Dream Eater, bow to me. I am your keeper. Your bed is your only relief, cuz your only emotions caught in the sheets. The spite has you trapped, I slip from your grasp. You’ll always want something till you can’t have it back. Don’t fucking sleep.”
You sit at the restaurant with your young son, he says he is hungry. You agree to get him dinner. You open up to the kids menu, your child is far to young for adult food. Chicken nugger stares at you from the page. You don’t understand. Your palms get sweaty and your son complains. He says he is hungry. Your mind strains, searching for an answer in a world of sweer potato and french fried. You try to order the chicken nugger, but you cannot. The words cannot escape your lips. Your son is hungry, he complains. The waitress stares at you, her head a spinning chicken nugger, her arms swinging french fried. Your son cries the tears of a chicken nugger-less child. In your mind you scream. It is raining sweer potato now, you have french fried engraved on your left temple and you do not understand. Your son weeps in the corner, he is starving. Starving for the chicken nugger.
god fucking damnit i just geeked so hard in class jesus christ
i just laughed way too fucking hard at this