PINK
pink. the color of my heart.
the love bite on my neck.
pink. the color of your tongue.
in real only a lighter red.
pink. the shade of your skin on that photo.
and on the lips of your lover.
Monday, May 7, 2012
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
Dear Self Loathing Imbeciles
A note to all egomaniac, insecure, self-loathing and people hating freaks of nature; you are not God, you are not Godsends, you do not own people and furthermore neither does God. There are an endless stream of insults I can still come up with but so much negativity is really tiring.
If you feel the need to exercise your self-given power over your so-called loved one, making them bend over backwards, cut off ties with their friends, meaningless ex-flings, show you their phone and internet history, accuse them of things that have never happened, spread lies about them and their friends to the point the poor person is now buying anti-depressants strips faster than a crack addict shoots up and have lost weight like an anorexic, you are fucking ridiculously insane. Nobody owns anyone, get over yourself.
And to those morons who are hopelessly devoted to these narcissistic, selfish people, I may have called you 'poor' before, but I don't really mean it. I can empathize to a certain point but I am pretty sure we all have limits yeah? Your happiness comes first. You are not a dog on a bloody leash. You don't roll over when you're told to roll over. You don't sit when you're told to sit. You don't run after the friggin bone when they say 'fetch'.
I hope you know we are all free human beings. I deserve my happiness, you deserve yours. I have my peace and so should you.
Grow the fuck up.
If you feel the need to exercise your self-given power over your so-called loved one, making them bend over backwards, cut off ties with their friends, meaningless ex-flings, show you their phone and internet history, accuse them of things that have never happened, spread lies about them and their friends to the point the poor person is now buying anti-depressants strips faster than a crack addict shoots up and have lost weight like an anorexic, you are fucking ridiculously insane. Nobody owns anyone, get over yourself.
And to those morons who are hopelessly devoted to these narcissistic, selfish people, I may have called you 'poor' before, but I don't really mean it. I can empathize to a certain point but I am pretty sure we all have limits yeah? Your happiness comes first. You are not a dog on a bloody leash. You don't roll over when you're told to roll over. You don't sit when you're told to sit. You don't run after the friggin bone when they say 'fetch'.
I hope you know we are all free human beings. I deserve my happiness, you deserve yours. I have my peace and so should you.
Grow the fuck up.
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