I feel like one of those old abandoned, crumbling houses. Y’know the kind you cross the road to ignore because they’re ugly and they make you feel kinda sad.
I feel exactly like that, I mean someone could make that house nicer by doing it up a little, painting it, fixing it, but it’s not really worth it because that house will still be ugly and sad looking. It’s not worth the effort.
You might as well knock down the old house, make it go away, one less ugly thing, in this sad world.
Volevo solo farvi sapere che, se mai aveste bisogno di un aiuto, vi sentite particolarmente giù di morale, avete un problema, grave o meno che sia, io sono qui. Mi piacerebbe aiutarvi o farvi sorridere almeno un pò. Potete mandarmi un messaggio o, se è per timidezza, potete dirmelo in anonimo. a qualunque ora, sono disponibile.
I remember when we were joking about states which wouldn’t let you pump your own gas. Guess they got the last laugh here.
You know the best thing about all of this? Gas degrades. It degrades FAST. According to survivalists, who by god take this shit seriously, gas from a pump will last Three to six months. If it’s in a proper container, airtight, and has a low Ethanol percentage. That’s it. Three months, and it’s useless. And tha’ts IF it dosn’t get water in it, cause then it’s totaly useless. These people are wasting god knows how much fuel and money.
Also, all writers should remember this. Fuel lasts 6 months in ideal situations. After that, it is useless.
We get this in Australia with panic buying too, just like the last lockdown over Easter. I don’t know what’s more embarassing or shameful, this kind of behaviour for Australians (usually wyt) or the racism, which I had a deal with yesterday; was going to Claisebrook station to go to Perth and round the corner was a family of wyts and they saw half-asian me, wearing a mask, because of the public transport mandate and they, no joke, just got their whole group to avoid me like the plague (not because I was sick or anything). To top it off, two teenage boys were there near the bushes nearby, laughing at what unfolded.
“There is no problem, I tell you, no matter how difficult it is, that we cannot resolve by the prayer of the Holy Rosary.” -Sister Lucia Dollsfromheaven.com
On some of your photos, when your try to use the double crossed arrows to go to a related foto, it gets trapped in some loop, won’t connect. Tumblr problem?
Definitely sounds like a Tumblr problem. I would try contacting technical support.
I learnt overtime that I realize my own predictions. Repeat the same process and hope that things will miraculously turn right. I live with this consciousness of stupidity, taught myself to be void of emotions so I will never get hurt. In return it’s a sense of emptiness that consumes every other aspect of self.
This talk of all or nothing, no return is for if I do come back with less of myself, I can think about not losing the whole. I do not deserve to think that I have problems and issues because they are relative terms. How do you fight both sides of a war and still lose? (A reader brought up this statement awhile ago. I am afraid I don’t have an answer, or maybe I am too coward to commit to one)
I am not sure when I started preferring cowardice over failure, emptiness over turbulence, pity over aggression. I don’t plan on fixing them and I don’t want to be fixed. This stubbornness chases my consciousness around. By now I’ve written myself into contradiction so I will just leave it at this.
I read the caption first before looking at the photo so I got super excited because rainbow highlighters and then I began imagining how wonderful it would look in my books, in my cases, in my codals, in my life…and then I realized it’s not what I thought it was. . . . Lesson learned: Read/look/understand before you react. #lifelessons #highlighter #studentproblems #girlswhodontwearmakeup #problems
guyss i cant believe that out of my 2k followers here no one wants to say anything. litteraly, anything. it can be a story from your life, or a problem, idk, ANYTHING.
