certain dudes will talk to no end about breasts, what they like about them, blah blah boring shit
will yell at girls at parties to show them their breasts
or even just thinking about seeing that girl over there’s breasts
but when girls willingly show their breasts, those same dudes will accuse these women of having daddy issues or no self-worth, etc.- and will go to the ends of the earth to convince said women and anyone who will listen that they do, indeed, have these issues buried deep inside and are simply denying them.
what i’m gathering from this situation is that certain(read: over half the goddamn people i encounter) men cannot get aroused by something unless it’s depressed, insane, stupid, or some terrifying combination of the three because anytime a female does something intentionally sexual there’s always at least one of those adjectives attached to it shortly thereafter. which, to me, is a little sad.
what is highschool? drama & fights. laughs & tears. breakups & makeups, its rushing to grow up then realizing you want your innocence, its hurting over someone else, its getting drunk and having your bestfriends hold your hair back as you puke then re-capping your night the next morning, its jealous and envy, rumors and gossip its wannabe sluts & church girls, its getting knocked over again and again to the point when you question if you should just stay down, itsdisapointments and lies,m its those nights and where you want to be alone but you dont want to feel alone, its those knots in your stomach that make you want to cry, a fake smile forced upon your face for so long, people actually believe your happy, its getting backstabbed and feeling betrayed, its hearing lies after lie so you learn to never trust anyone but yourself its tears on your cheeks that you want to be wiped aw3ay by one person, the person who made you cry in the first place its growing up meeting new people m its moving on in time, lots and lots of time, its wising on 11:11 its learning and discovering new things, its hurting by still trying its learning from the past mistakes, and its laughing over someone you once cried over, its getting stronger, becomming independent, its seeng you can and are happy on your how, so what is highschool? its realization you;re so young, carefree and having fun, a whole new future at your feet, so maybe it hurts but thats life, if things always went the way we wanted them to, we;d never appreciate them,dont listen to everything you hear, and take chances, even if it risks getting hurt, smile and mean it, because in 30 years from now your going to look back on those years you rushed through and you’ll want is highschool.
what is highschool? drama & fights. laughs & tears. breakups & makeups, its rushing to grow up then realizing you want your innocence, its hurting over someone else, its getting drunk and having your bestfriends hold your hair back as you puke then re-capping your night the next morning, its jealous and envy, rumors and gossip its wannabe sluts & church girls, its getting knocked over again and again to the point when you question if you should just stay down, itsdisapointments and lies,m its those nights and where you want to be alone but you dont want to feel alone, its those knots in your stomach that make you want to cry, a fake smile forced upon your face for so long, people actually believe your happy, its getting backstabbed and feeling betrayed, its hearing lies after lie so you learn to never trust anyone but yourself its tears on your cheeks that you want to be wiped aw3ay by one person, the person who made you cry in the first place its growing up meeting new people m its moving on in time, lots and lots of time, its wising on 11:11 its learning and discovering new things, its hurting by still trying its learning from the past mistakes, and its laughing over someone you once cried over, its getting stronger, becomming independent, its seeng you can and are happy on your how, so what is highschool? its realization you;re so young, carefree and having fun, a whole new future at your feet, so maybe it hurts but thats life, if things always went the way we wanted them to, we;d never appreciate them,dont listen to everything you hear, and take chances, even if it risks getting hurt, smile and mean it, because in 30 years from now your going to look back on those years you rushed through and you’ll want is highschool.
what is highschool? drama & fights. laughs & tears. breakups & makeups, its rushing to grow up then realizing you want your innocence, its hurting over someone else, its getting drunk and having your bestfriends hold your hair back as you puke then re-capping your night the next morning, its jealous and envy, rumors and gossip its wannabe sluts & church girls, its getting knocked over again and again to the point when you question if you should just stay down, itsdisapointments and lies,m its those nights and where you want to be alone but you dont want to feel alone, its those knots in your stomach that make you want to cry, a fake smile forced upon your face for so long, people actually believe your happy, its getting backstabbed and feeling betrayed, its hearing lies after lie so you learn to never trust anyone but yourself its tears on your cheeks that you want to be wiped aw3ay by one person, the person who made you cry in the first place its growing up meeting new people m its moving on in time, lots and lots of time, its wising on 11:11 its learning and discovering new things, its hurting by still trying its learning from the past mistakes, and its laughing over someone you once cried over, its getting stronger, becomming independent, its seeng you can and are happy on your how, so what is highschool? its realization you;re so young, carefree and having fun, a whole new future at your feet, so maybe it hurts but thats life, if things always went the way we wanted them to, we;d never appreciate them,dont listen to everything you hear, and take chances, even if it risks getting hurt, smile and mean it, because in 30 years from now your going to look back on those years you rushed through and you’ll want is highschool.
i read this girl’s status on facebook and it was a wall of text about high school and the vapid things hipster teenagers apparently now do in high school and by the end of it my face had started twisting itself off of my skull trying to get away
i might post it
i’ve decided that in order to help circumvent the imminent temptation to date people i’m going to adopt a pet rat.
The Hot Water
George goes to take a shower, but discovers that the hot water is broken in his building. He shrugs it off and figures one of his neighbors will call the super. Later, he finds that there is also no hot water in his office’s bathroom, but writes it off as a strange coincidence, and is sure that someone else is already taking care of it. He stops at the coffee maker on his way to his desk and pours himself a cup. When he goes to take a sip, he finds it’s almost ice cold, despite the fact that he watched the pot finish brewing as he approached. Worried there might be something wrong with his sense of touch, he wanders around groping objects of varying temperatures, but they all seem to feel as he expects. The metal hood of a car is hot under his hand; an ice cube is cold. But every liquid he tries seems frigid.
Kramer pokes and prods at an ingrown hair in his belly, but has trouble pulling it out. When he finally manages to wrestle it from under his skin, the resulting strand is seemingly endless. He pulls it out for hundreds of feet before finally giving up.
Jerry suspects that his apartment has somehow expanded by an inch in every direction overnight. The others don’t notice any difference and dismiss his claim as crazy, but he sets up an elaborate system of measuring tools for verification. The next day, he checks the devices and finds that his apartment has grown four inches from the previous night. He shows his results to George, who is too concerned with his own problems to care. Another night passes, and Jerry wakes up in an enormous bedroom over twice as big as the one he remembered falling asleep in. He tries to get in touch with the others, but nobody answers his calls or returns his messages. At a loss, he decides to stay awake the following night to try to catch whatever is happening. At 2:47 AM, a soft rushing sound begins, and the walls and ceiling suddenly stretch away from him at an alarming rate. He’s left in a cavernous, dark room of indiscernible size, the doors and windows of which are so far away that he can’t make them out with the light of his flashlight. Terrified and alone, he begins the long trek in what he hopes is the direction of the front door.
A man in overalls taps George on the shoulder on his way home from work and tells him that he’s heard his hot water is broken. George nods and leads him to his apartment, bringing him into the bathroom once inside. As George bends over to turn on the tub faucet, the man yanks up the back of his shirt and feels around on his lower back. George remains still, too stunned and confused to react. After a few minutes of strange noises and sensations, the man tucks his shirt back in, taps him on the back, and tells him, “try it now.” George pokes his hand into the running water. It’s piping hot.
Kramer bursts into Jerry’s apartment to show him the hair, but is surprised to find an impossibly enormous, dark room. He grabs a flashlight from his own apartment and rushes back to hunt for his friend. Tying the end of his hair to the doorknob as a tether, he begins his expedition. After hours of searching, he finally spots Jerry in the distance.
Elaine dates a guitar virtuoso, thrilled by the potential of his “magic fingers”, but is disappointed when the man refuses to interact with her using his hands out of fear of a career-wrecking injury.
Jerry is thrilled to see Kramer approaching, his first sign of human contact in almost three hours. He hollers excitedly, waving his flashlight around and jumping up and down. Kramer jogs toward him, a relieved smile on his face, suddenly collapsing into a bloody pile of chunks.
(via comedown)
these days i really don’t like using things much harder than weed and alcohol, but goddammit do some of my most intricate pieces of music ever come out when i’ve taken a half of vyvanse.
