Is it just me or you don’t really realise how drunk you are until you are in a bathroom alone???
#OK NOW LOOK AT HER FACE #THE WAY SHE SMILES #THAT’S THE SMILE OF A WOMAN WHO’S HAPPY BECAUSE HER TALENT HAS FINALLY BEEN RECOGNISED #A WOMAN WHO’S TIRED OF BEING PRAISED ONLY FOR HER PHYSICAL APPEARANCE #THANK YOU JOE #SERIOUSLY #THE WORLD NEEDS MORE MEN LIKE YOU
This causes you much guilt and self-blame and sadness but above all, an overwhelming curiosity. Are you really that ugly, that unwanted, that uninteresting, that boring, that no one, absolutely no one, has ever looked at you like the only thing on earth?
The answer is no. The better answer is that someone out there, somewhere in the world, is “wondering what it’s like to meet someone like you,” and they have two decades worth of love stored in their veins like a shoot-‘em-up drug, and they’re just about ready to inject it into someone else’s bloodstream. All you have to do is roll up your sleeves and wait for it to happen.
At times you felt so lonely you could stand at the edge of a cliff with nothing beneath you but air and grass and a long, long way down, and you’d still feel emptier than that canyon itself. Maybe you even danced with yourself alone in your room a few times, arms outstretched around a ghost, pretending someone else’s hands were on your waist, someone else’s eyes boring into yours.
Or maybe you fell temporarily in love with strangers on public transportation, fell in love with anybody who so much as accidentally brushed your hand on the way past. For you, falling in love with dozens of people a day was a coping mechanism for not having anyone to love you in return. But people are not eggs and falling in love with a dozen of them does not mean your shell will remain uncracked. One day you’re going to hit the point where you’re so desperate for human contact that you’re going to snap in half and all your love will bleed out like egg yolk.
But someone out there is eating a bowl of Ramen noodles right now, or putting on slippers, or settling into bed. They are doing all the normal things that you’ve done in your own life. They are just like you. They have cellulite and extra fat in all the wrong places and goals and fears and doubts and bad handwriting.
The truth is that they are just like you, and being just like you, they’re looking for a lover too. They’re what you might call a soulmate.
They think they’re all alone in feeling the way they do, but you’re really both two halves of a whole.
And one day you’ll meet them, bump into them on the street, and your two halves will be put together, and you’ll make one.
do you ever feel physically sick because you know you’re not good enough for anybody and you can’t do anything right and you’re too tired
My parents and I were watching the Hobbit but then they both fell asleep so I stopped the movie and started Return of the King about halfway through and when my dad woke up he just looked at me with this horrified expression and whispered what day is it?
When a writer kills off a character
When you kill off your own character
when a character kills off a writer
the only fandom in which this is possible
I cried the first time I saw this, first she throws a fucking table,
Then she catches the chair someone threw at her with one hand…ONE HAND.
She is the Supreme.
i quit high school because everyone was singing and i was terrified