People are taking the piss out of you everyday. They butt into your life, take a cheap shot at you and then disappear. They leer at you from tall buildings and make you feel small. They make flippant comments from buses that imply you’re not sexy enough and that all the fun is happening somewhere else. They are on TV making your girlfriend feel inadequate. They have access to the most sophisticated technology the world has ever seen and they bully you with it. They are The Advertisers and they are laughing at you.
You, however, are forbidden to touch them. Trademarks, intellectual property rights and copyright law mean advertisers can say what they like wherever they like with total impunity.
Fuck that. Any advert in a public space that gives you no choice whether you see it or not is yours. It’s yours to take, re-arrange and re-use. You can do whatever you like with it. Asking for permission is like asking to keep a rock someone just threw at your head.
You owe the companies nothing. Less than nothing, you especially don’t owe them any courtesy. They owe you. They have re-arranged the world to put themselves in front of you. They never asked for your permission, don’t even start asking for theirs."
you are allowed to terminate toxic relationships
you are allowed to walk away from people who hurt you
you are allowed to be angry and selfish and unforgiving
you don’t owe anyone an explanation for taking care of yourself
(Source: , via fistfulofglamourr)
have you ever caught someone staring at you and wondered what they’re thinking about like if it’s something positive or negative if it’s a passing thought or a long internal string of things if they’re even thinking about you at all or you just happen to be in the line of sight while their mind drifts off about something completely unrelated
I’m just so used to people being mad or disappointed with me that I can’t see if someone is happy with me. I can’t register the fact that there’s someone out there that likes being around me. If there even is one. Like why? What is it about me that makes you want to stay? People, they come and they go. I act or so things that people don’t like and that’ll never change. I’m the way I am for a reason. Things have happened to me and they’ve molded who I am today. I’ve stopped doing a lot of things but also started others. I think they good and new but some people just call me crazy. It’s the only way I can really deal with things. It’s my therapy. You know all my life I’ve felt like the worst. A criminal. I still do. I don’t think that’ll change anytime soon. I hate it but I live with it. As I’ll live with the other things forever to. Maybe one day I’ll meet a nice girl who will show me something new. At least I hope. And I hope she’ll stay too.
We don’t accept the love of what we have and let the love of our last trouble us until what we have now is the past.
It used to wake up to it every morning.
It used to tell me “goodnight beautiful” right before we cuddled up and went to sleep.
It used to soothe me when I’d get in big fights with my mom.
It was so soft yet stern.
It used to be be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.
It was the reason I smiled.
You could hear the pain and hard times its been through.
But then you left.
I forgot how much it used to me.
I forgot what of felt like to wake me up every morning.
I forgot what it used to be like when it told me “goodnight beautiful”
I forgot how much I really needed it.
I forgot how it sounded.
I forgot the beauty in it.
I forgot to smile.
I forgot the sound of your voice.
— Elay Neal Moses
i don’t really know how to explain
this feeling that fills me up inside.
i feel like i’m content, but i’m not,
and i feel like i’m lonely, but i’m not,
and it’s always like that, feeling like
i’m something but not.
and when you ask me what’s wrong
and i don’t respond, i’m not trying to
be rude or anything; i’m just trying to
find the right words to say to describe
what exactly is wrong with me.
but i don’t even know myself.
before you fall in love with me,
let me tell you that I smoke too
many cigarettes, and I would
rather watch the moon on a
Saturday night than go out and
get drunk at expensive bars with
people that don’t give a damn about me.
let me tell you that I am yesterday’s
paper throw in the garbage, unread.
I am not a romantic midnight walk
down by the park, or everlasting
roses that never wilt. I am not a
gracious ocean, but rather a humid,
filthy swamp. so before you fall in
love with me, run.
I miss feeling wanted. Pursued. Knowing that someone actually wants you. They want to know what make you tick. They just hope I never get tired and sick. Tired and sick of the world and its bullshit. They want to know your every curve. What makes your nerves tingle. Like the conversation between our lips. Just letting them mingle as you send a pulse down my spine. You want me caught up in you like a vine. Never wanting me to untwine and leave you like they used to do me. You want to see something good actually happen cause maybe it was meant to be. Us against the world is what you want to see. You would promise to embrace my beauty. Even the flaws that the world always seems claw. You see me being walked over like a doormat. All you want to do is fix that and never let me get that low again. You see me as mystery. Everything I’ve seen, done, experienced. Its unknown. Ill give you clues but its up to you to figure it out cause things aren’t always given. You have to work for it cause you think your the only one who deserves it. You hoping that I feel the same way about you and never have to choose again. Cause you don’t want to choose between loneliness or another loser. All you want is to truely get to know me and difuse my soul. Creeping your way in every little crevass and hole. You’ll fill them with all good old love and care. Flushing out every ounce of anger and dispare. All you want to is hold me and never let go. Protecting me and shielding me for you know what lI’m capable of. You want to see me grow prosper above. Above everyone else who left me and lead me on to nothing. You want to wake up right beside me every morning just waiting. Waiting for me to wake up and watch me smile cause I couldnt be happier that you here. You be here to stay as we just lay and hold each other and never let go. This is what I miss. I miss being wanted.