I don’t know if this is serious or not, but I’m going to answer it as if it is.
No joke. Cover all your mirrors. If you can’t see what you look like - if you can’t hold the confidence that you look hot as fuck, you will have to rely on the person you present yourself to be. The more you see your true self through your own eyes, the more you’ll appreciate others for their less materialistic values. It’s also a really good exercise for learning to love yourself and embrace your actual qualities, rather than loving what money can buy. :)
I’m sure you’re not that shallow - if you were you wouldn’t ask advice.
What do you do when your car breaks down at a dead end, with no one in the passenger seat?
You get out, and you start walking. Stop when you have to. Leave what was and move forward.
I drew an elephant ^.^
Don’t know if I don’t enjoy being drunk, or if it’s just the whole being alone thing but head is just like. WOOAAAAAAAH. And then it goes WOOOOOOOOOAH, and now it’s like woooooaaaah. DID YOU JUST FIND NEMO? ‘Cus there’s a bitta reference there. DUUUUUDE
Of this drink brings more pleasure than any man could give.
I’m so sorry for the pain,
Sorry for the aches,
Sorry for the moods I’m swinging.
But I don’t need your hand,
I don’t need your heart,
I don’t need a parachute.
- Charlie Simpson
*smirk*
Twas the nizzle before Christmizzle, when all through the hizzle
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mizzle; fo shizzle
The stocking caps were worn by the homies with care,
In hopes that St. Nizzle soon would be there;
The bitches and hoes were up all snug in their beds,
While visions of bling sparkled on their heads;
And mamma with her swag, and me in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long ass nizzle,
When out on the stoop some bitch came around,
I sprang from my crib, to knock this fool down.
Awizzle to the window I flew like the Flash,
Tore open this bullshit and threw out the trash.
The moon had her fine titties glistening on the snow
Damn son, now I gotta clean this up too yo,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appizzle,
But a tinyass sleigh, and eight tinyass reindizzles,
With a little old pimp, so lively and quick,
Woah wait, hold up one moment, is that St. Nick?!
Faster than shots in a bar his homies they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
“Yo, Dasher! Hey, Dancer! Damn, Prancer and Vixen!
Yo, come on, Comet, Cupid , Donder and Blitzen!
To the windows! to the walls!
Now run bitches! Run bitches! Goddamn y’all!”
But I heard him shout, fore he flew outta sizzle,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-nizzle.”Fo shizzle.
Work it out?
All I know is that the past four weeks have been extremely degrading.
I never thought I’d look at my reflection and be so disgusted.
I feel so disconnected from my goals, so empty and lifeless. It terrifies me that I am so young, yet I am fearing there is nothing to my life. Going nowhere. Achieving nothing. I feel like a corpse in a child’s clothes. I am so young, yet my head weighs me down.
I long for the touch of an affectionate man, who wants me wholly. Some days I want to wander on home and fall into your arms. Oh how I wish I knew who you are.
My heart beats strong and steady at the thought of you, as I lie awake gazing at the blur behind my eyes that must be you.
Change me. Make me someone worth BEING. Bring true a smile to my face that now is only a vague mask to the pains that rip me apart inside, make me worthy of this privilege called life.
Steal me from the bastards who use and abuse; don’t let me succumb to the enticement which leads me to distress of sheer objectivity. Show me my heart and that I can use it. Make me see that I can be someone who deserves better. The power of mind over matter has won me over; I am of no state to compete.
I’M NOTI wouldn’t mind getting insanely drunk this evening, but everyone appears to be busy..
Quite possibly the most approved of cuddles in quite some time. Thoroughly welcomed company today, slumber awaits.
