Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck this.
July 2010
colorquiz.com
I saw this on another tumblr and I had to try it out and its 99% true. fuck.
Your Existing Situation“Needs protection for anxiety and conflict, with a personal relationship that is close and understanding and nurturing.”
Your Stress Sources“Seeks freedom and the chance to do as she wishes; avoids restrictions or things that try to hold her back. Feels an intense amount of pressure being put on her and would like a chance to escape in order to do the things she wants and needs to do for herself. However, she lacks the determination and motivation to escape and pursue her own personal gains.”
Your Restrained Characteristics“Finds satisfaction in sexual activity, but is emotionally detached which prevents her from becoming too involved.”
Current situations force her into compromise and placing her own hopes and desires on hold for the time being.
Your Desired Objective“Highly optimistic and outgoing personality. Loves to learn new and exciting things, and craves new interests. Looking for a well-rounded life full of success and new experiences. Does not allow herself to be overcome with negative thoughts or self-doubt. Takes life head on, with enthusiasm. ” BULLSHIT
Your Actual Problem“Feeling tension and stress brought on by situations which are out of her control, leaves her feeling helpless, anxious, and in adequate. she escapes the situation by throwing herself into new activities and insisting she get her own way. Appears to be in control of herself, which she isn’t, leading to outbursts of anger.” oh my god why is this so true i dont even
Your Actual Problem #2“Fights resistance or limitations, and insists she is free to develop in her own way. Rewarded by accomplishing things on her own, with little to no help from others.”
do you even know. just. how. true. the. italic. bits. are.
I’m not a nerd- I prefer the term intellectual badass.
Sometimes people are beautiful. Not in looks. Not in what they say. Just in what they are.
(via alexle)
I miss being naive. I miss how everything seemed simple and everyone was innocent. Back when nothing really mattered, and yet people still cared. Reality wants me to be pessimistic, but I don't want to believe disappointment is unavoidable. Even if it is.
(via unattainableindifference)
“She always had that about her, that look of otherness, of eyes that see things much too far, and of thoughts that wander off the edge of the world.”
—The Girl With No Shadow by Joanne Harris (via pinpricks) (via apathie) (via teenagedoom)
Love is a losing game.
I will never
ever
love
myself.
http://mynameiselly.tumblr.com/post/831198120/we-think-we-know-everything →
mynameiselly.tumblr.com
That’s the problem with everything and everyone; that’s exactly it. We think we know things that we don’t, we think we see everything perfectly. We think we have it all figured out, that we’ve got each side of the story down pat. We think we’ve heard it all and seen it all. We think we know what…
You know that everything isn't fine when...
- You can’t sleep.
- You don’t feel like eating.
- You eat less.
- When you sleep, you end up waking up 10 mins later.
- You don’t feel like doing anything.
- You get annoyed by everything and everyone and you snap out on innocent people.
- You don’t feel like talking.
- You just wanna lay in bed all day.
“Want a girlfriend?”
No.
No I do not.
Fuck you, mister add.
“So much of the language of love was like that: you devoured someone with your eyes, you drank in the sight of him, you swallowed him whole. Love was substance, broken down and beating through your bloodstream.”
“If you gave someone your heart and they died, did they take it with them? Did you spend the rest of forever with a hole inside you that couldn’t be filled?”
Jodi Picoult. Nineteen Minutes.
http://unattainableindifference.tumblr.com/post/806143789 →
unattainableindifference.tumblr.com
Okay. So I was sitting on my bad, playing with my hair whilst looking in the mirror because I was somewhat bored. I was listening to Hide and Seek yet again, because I seriously do love that song. Well, as I was looking in the mirror, I was filled with this overwhelming distaste for what I saw….
Maybe you’re just a little bit broken; perhaps you’re just a little bit fixed. You could be a little bit crazy and a tiny bit insane. You could have a tad of a temper, and only a smidgen of luck. You might be a bit too chubby or a lot too thin. You could laugh at everything or never laugh at all.
But its the difference, and the little things, that make me love you.
its my hundred and first post.
c:
A hunger
And here I am again… back to the start, when food doesn’t even begin to satisfy my hunger. Because it’s a hunger for something so much more, a hunger I can’t even begin to explain. A hunger that, I’m afraid, may never go away.
you should all check this girl out. she writes the most incredible things.
