that moment when psych is life
ostracism social exclusion; social control of behavior; psychically painful and detrimental; depression, anger, withdrawal
- anterior cingulated cortex brain experience similar to physical pain
May 2012
78 posts
I’d rather be mean by most people’s standards, which means harsh yet truthful, than a mendacious cunt. The truth hurts, but to me, lies hurt even more.
April 2012
120 posts
prom
i bleached my armpits for prom
“You think because he doesn’t love you that you are worthless. You think that because he doesn’t want you anymore that he is right — that his judgment and opinion of you are correct. If he throws you out, then you are garbage. You think he belongs to you because you want to belong to him. Don’t. It’s a bad word, ‘belong.’ Especially when you put it with somebody you love. Love shouldn’t be like that. Did you ever see the way the clouds love a mountain? They circle all around it; sometimes you can’t even see the mountain for the clouds. But you know what? You go up top and what do you see? His head. The clouds never cover the head. His head pokes through, beacuse the clouds let him; they don’t wrap him up. They let him keep his head up high, free, with nothing to hide him or bind him. You can’t own a human being. You can’t lose what you don’t own. Suppose you did own him. Could you really love somebody who was absolutely nobody without you? You really want somebody like that? Somebody who falls apart when you walk out the door? You don’t, do you? And neither does he. You’re turning over your whole life to him. Your whole life, girl. And if it means so little to you that you can just give it away, hand it to him, then why should it mean any more to him? He can’t value you more than you value yourself.”
—Song of Solomon, Toni Morrison
i swear to god, i’ll never understand
how you can stand there, straight and tall
and see i’m crying
and not do anything at all.
thinking of you makes me on the verge of vomitting
and you too
live fast die young
haven’t driven the ghetto van i’m driving to prom yet. tomorrow will be an adventure. always an adventure.
bag girls do it well.
i want to be beautiful and not have a droopy eye and also have a less round face and bigger lips. okay. done.
Play
“who can explain it? who can tell you why?
fools give you reasons. wise men never try.” —rogers and hammerstein, south pacific
fools give you reasons. wise men never try.” —rogers and hammerstein, south pacific
Why did I wax my arm hair?
