Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you. Changes its mind. But hatred, now. That’s something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It’s hard or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but hatred cradles you.

if you can't handle me at my worst, you don’t deserve me at my best

shit or get off the mother fuckin pot

i have never really liked my nose, but i cannot imagine any other to suit my face

Not same situation. Loathe metaphors. Pander to undereducated masses. Get doctorate, have a real conversation.

everyone is so preoccupied with themselves that sometimes i wonder if by merely observing it,
i myself am just as self-centered

some songs in my head as of late ( Read more... )

i spend half my days preparing to be productive and then spend the other half resting from such hard work

i was enjoying fei yue qin hai and then the last fifteen minutes of the movie made me go "wtf" and hate my life

I know you're lonely. I think you want someone to want you. Well, I do want you. So, be brave, and want me back.