"I probably shouldn’t have taken things so seriously."
"In what way?"
"I think I changed too much when I got married. I tried to fit the role too much. I came from a big Italian family, so there was a lot of emphasis on being the ‘provider.’ You know— you gotta be the man. Gotta set an example. I guess I always thought that if I kept doing drugs, drinking, and partying, my kids wouldn’t have wanted to succeed."
"So you think should have done more drugs, drank more, and partied more?"
Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin can openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life … But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you’ve got heroin?
I learned that people can easily forget that others are human.
"Prisoner" from the Stanford Prison Experiment (1971)
If we’re still conflating harassment with attraction, then the point has not been made clear enough: harassment is about power, not about sex. When making lewd comments to a woman he doesn’t know on the street, a man is not flirting. He’s asserting his dominance. He’s reminding that woman of her “place.” He’s performing a masculinity based on control. This isn’t sexual liberation.
Mychal Denzel Smith, "The intellectual defense of sexual harassment (Hint: there isn’t one)" (via tszarina)
I guess we kinda just excepted each others insanity so much that it added on to our own. When we met there was a kind of Bliss. Like the summer was a world solely ours. We owned it. The room was warm between us. Now there is an eerie feeling. Like the insanity became a presence that stood there with us. And if It’d like, could rip and put us back together whenever it desired. To my knowing, This masochistic personification kept us in love. We lost ourselves in many ways. . but I believe Grey and I fell in love more than once. It was the only thing I didnt mind repeating everyday. We fell in love again and again. As he held my seams together his unsightly rage grew stronger. I wanted to run. But I didn’t. Grey was not a human. He was beautiful. His soul greatly projected a reflection of everyone to themselves. Some chose acceptance and others.. Not so much. He was everyone. He was no one. He was free. He was caged. He seemed to know himself yet had more questions than man could ask. I saw him. He was dying here. He was still. Like a picture. And I saw life through him. greyhft
You don’t have to disrespect and insult others simply to hold your own ground. If you do, that shows how shaky your own position is.
― Red Haircrow (via fuglyhottie)
I will cover you with love when next I see you, with caresses, with ecstasy. I want to gorge you with all the joys of the flesh, so that you faint and die. I want you to be amazed by me, and to confess to yourself that you had never even dreamed of such transports.... When you are old, I want you to recall those few hours, I want your dry bones to quiver with joy when you think of them.
I Fucking Love You.
I think I felt loneliest at this age. Just walking through the street at night looking at my contact list and feeling a sense of hopelessness. Without a voice to hear and in return no one to hear mine. I looked straight up at the sky not even worrying if i tripped . or ran into something. The sky was muggy grey and at most you could see 2 stars. One was blue. The other white. There was only half a moon and it luminated a musky yellow.
Like my soul…
- Karina Vega.
I know what Kurt Cobain meant when he sang
“I miss the comfort of being sad”
For so long
I’m not feeling bad
I don’t feel
Like I’m feeling
We were out late and ate a piece of the moon just so we could own the night. I’m still filled with fright. But you grabbed me by the hand to help me understand that there are no plans in life.. Set in stone. And how you said that there can’t be nothing greater than my moans. And its funny how I don’t feel greater than my depression. But I guess we could just enjoy this smoking session during the night, getting high, to help the time pass by. I mean go slower, try to keep my sight fixed on you as my eyes get lower. And how we can only fuck fast but we try to fuck slower. Its crazy to think that we were just two separate loners. Joined forces by masochistic wit. I love how you say Karina Martinez has a ring to it. Don’t it? I can tell by how you own it. All of this love is potent. And I feel every inch of your TLC bc of this THC. And how you fit inside me so perfectly. I’m still amazed how we’re in this maze and life, you’re so confused with. And how you figure every genius quote must of came from something stupid. When I’m not with you I am feeling so alone and “you can learn from my mistakes but you’ve got to make your own”. Just remember that there’s no one I’d rather be with and bc of stupid arguments there’s no reason we should fall to pieces. I’ll love you forever, I just hope that you’ll eternally believe it.