the weak are the liars
the strong think too much
I am too cynical to say I don’t give a fuck
we are all so fucking full of fucking shit
- me: *says something sarcastic"
- person: Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit.
- me: Actually, I have never come across any study that correlates sarcasm with low IQ levels, or sarcasm and any measure of intelligence. If you come across a peer-reviewed paper with evidence for what you just said, then maybe it will actually hold some weight.
nostalgia… but not really.
I started this project: I’m going to fill up a notebook with quotes that mean a lot to me. this is something I’ve been meaning to start for years, and now I have the time. so I’ve been going through my old tumblr posts (starting from the very beginning) to see which quotes meant a lot to me between 2010 and now.
Although I was at first a little apprehensive because you never know what lurks in those past posts that can spring up and remind me of certain things. But looking through my old posts was such a good idea. it’s interesting to see how my perspective and priorities shifted, from one place to another and then back again and then to the right and then back again. I feel more in tune and connected with myself, more grounded. BUT the reason I started typing this whole thing is because looking through old posts made me read things I wrote about paul and that whole relationship. and hoooooly shit. I am so motherfucking happy to not have him and all his douchebag misogynistic friends anywhere near my life. I think the only people I appreciate that I met through him is his sister, his dad, and lonnie seemed like a good guy. they were some pretty awesome people from what I saw. but everyone else, hoooooly shit. I still have struggles in life, but I am so much better off. so. much. better. off.
okay it’s 5 am. good night and merry christmas.
it’s so funny when you speak of love so fluently
you have ruined me