All great truths begin as blasphemies.
George Bernard Shaw
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There is nothing to read here. The content is over there, to your right.
I may, however, at some point, put something here. Some day. Eventually. No pressure.
dear akiva x3
..you wrote the simplest thing; it's been sticking around, inside my thoughts, since I first read it. Of course you didn't mean it; you're always unintentional.
Right?
Or perhaps you meant it but I've misinterpreted it. God knows we've been there before.
Regardless, it's driving me insane. Wordplay is my most favoured form of foreplay and I know you know that. So are you teasing me? Was it written as an offhand remark, coy yet innocent?
Because it's dangerous right now. For me. It's dangerous for me to read those words and think these thoughts and dream those very real sleep dreams that have me waking with just your name a whisper away from leaving my lips..
*sigh*
more later.
I've been wondering about the rules of attraction. Beyond the 'opposites attract' bit because I'm not so certain that's always the case.
Broken people tend to find other broken people. I don't remember where I heard it, but someone once said that in a crowded room of single people, the two children of alcoholics will always find each other.
The abused will find the abused, the wounded will find the wounded.
I don't know.. what do you think?
Are we attracted to what we see of ourselves in other people? Is narcissism an innate cornerstone for attraction? Isn't what we despise most in others something we fear (even subconsciously) to be true about ourselves? Or is that pop-psych therapy "projection"?
Yeah, I still don't know.
I don't even know why this is on my mind. No, that's a lie.
I do, to an extent (thank you Slim and our recent "broken men" conversation).. and there are other reasons I'm aware of but I won't (can't) get into them here.
It's about a boy, really.
Isn't it always?
*sigh*
more later.
No no nonono.. I promised to never blog when drunk. So why am I here? 'Cause.. obviously, I'm a damn liar. Cause I'm drunk now.
I wasn't supposed to be. Drunk., not a liar, I mean. Whatever. You know what I mean.
Right. So it turns out I cuss a lot less when I'm writing and not typing. I dont know why, really. I cuss a lot, maybe I'm too lazy to write it out? That could very well be. Indeed.
note to self - this is all deletable*
Really if I could find my pen, this wouldn't be here. Just so you know.
Ok, so. All of you. Send me your addresses. I need penpals.
And I promise! (in a non-liar kinda way) I won't ever drunk write you. I promise.
(h. rule would go here but I don't care about that right now)
I'd tell you what was onn my mind right now, but I don't know if I'd delete this in time. heh. shhh.
NO one is online right now. Where are you all? Damn people with damn lives. It's Saturday, you should be here amusing me!
Dance monkeys! Dance!
No wait. none of you are even on my list!! LOL..well, Slim, you are but you're hiding from me. Wench.
Screw you all. I'm going to fill out surveys.
.dar.
soundtrack:Gotan Project - "Santa Maria"
Right?
Or perhaps you meant it but I've misinterpreted it. God knows we've been there before.
Regardless, it's driving me insane. Wordplay is my most favoured form of foreplay and I know you know that. So are you teasing me? Was it written as an offhand remark, coy yet innocent?
Because it's dangerous right now. For me. It's dangerous for me to read those words and think these thoughts and dream those very real sleep dreams that have me waking with just your name a whisper away from leaving my lips..
*sigh*
more later.
I've been wondering about the rules of attraction. Beyond the 'opposites attract' bit because I'm not so certain that's always the case.
Broken people tend to find other broken people. I don't remember where I heard it, but someone once said that in a crowded room of single people, the two children of alcoholics will always find each other.
The abused will find the abused, the wounded will find the wounded.
I don't know.. what do you think?
Are we attracted to what we see of ourselves in other people? Is narcissism an innate cornerstone for attraction? Isn't what we despise most in others something we fear (even subconsciously) to be true about ourselves? Or is that pop-psych therapy "projection"?
Yeah, I still don't know.
I don't even know why this is on my mind. No, that's a lie.
I do, to an extent (thank you Slim and our recent "broken men" conversation).. and there are other reasons I'm aware of but I won't (can't) get into them here.
It's about a boy, really.
Isn't it always?
*sigh*
more later.
No no nonono.. I promised to never blog when drunk. So why am I here? 'Cause.. obviously, I'm a damn liar. Cause I'm drunk now.
I wasn't supposed to be. Drunk., not a liar, I mean. Whatever. You know what I mean.
Right. So it turns out I cuss a lot less when I'm writing and not typing. I dont know why, really. I cuss a lot, maybe I'm too lazy to write it out? That could very well be. Indeed.
note to self - this is all deletable*
Really if I could find my pen, this wouldn't be here. Just so you know.
Ok, so. All of you. Send me your addresses. I need penpals.
And I promise! (in a non-liar kinda way) I won't ever drunk write you. I promise.
(h. rule would go here but I don't care about that right now)
I'd tell you what was onn my mind right now, but I don't know if I'd delete this in time. heh. shhh.
NO one is online right now. Where are you all? Damn people with damn lives. It's Saturday, you should be here amusing me!
Dance monkeys! Dance!
No wait. none of you are even on my list!! LOL..well, Slim, you are but you're hiding from me. Wench.
Screw you all. I'm going to fill out surveys.
.dar.
soundtrack:Gotan Project - "Santa Maria"
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