mcsteamy

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A termite walks into a bar and says, "Hey, is the bar tender here?"

 

Goodbye, Witty

I want to properly say goodbye to everyone on here.
It was such a pleasure to be a part of this family.
Thank you everyone who read my quotes, who was there for me when I needed.
Witty made me put my mind at work .
Thank you, Steve, for creating this website .
I hope it will become the way you want.
                       Have a wonderful life, everyone.
                                             I will miss you.


 

“I like to think I’m helping them by hating them,” she says. “I’m reminding them that they aren’t God’s gift to humankind.”
In the tone of a delusional, teenaged girl with the tone of a kind of frustration and delight and shock and bliss after reading a good, sad book. (The Kite Runner, anyone?)

Okay so, it's obvious I've lost my ability to concoct one of those (possibly feigned) meaningful spiels (did I really think they'd satisfy my royal annoyance of the current state of the universe? oh sh*t) that I always tried to put together but never really quite achieved the right degree of personal satisfaction or bring an edge of common sense. (What's the point in reading if there is NO point in it? I murdered the English language!) I just wish I could find the key to the door that hides the remedy to my poisonous language skills. Because oh, my god, everything has structure and you just can't miss the basics. The basics!

It's frustrating because I read a lot and sometimes wish I could write like them. It's not that I want to write a book, I just want to put words together in a way that would finally satisfy me so I can peacefully release my bat wings and sputter glitter and reunite with my definitely-not-vampires family. (Yes, this is called 'lecturing myself.' And I can't stand vampires. Seriously.)

I don't really know, maybe my brain unhinged itself from speaking and feeling fluently as should a human but lately, the things I have been saying is only ever left to becoming disconnected and unconveyed to the point it is not worth a thought. This makes no sense. Am I thinking too much, thinking too little? I make no sense. But that's okay, all is okay with me. This is no rant in particular and definitely nothing beneficial or whatsoever to anyone or anything and I cannot guarantee that things I say are filtered and inoffensive (please worry, I'm not just talking about swearing, even though my vocabulary downright sucks), if you've read this far, please, know that I've already warned you.

Sometimes I feel so violated when a book convincingly convolute my morals and beliefs. It's like I have to remind myself with force of what I should believe and this is just a work of fiction. But fiction, albeit unreal, still has its effect. "Made-up stories matter for precisely the same reason that anything matters: because we decide they matter, because we imbue them with meaning." (John Green, in an answer to a question on his Author's Note)

Can I just say I love everything he writes? Frankly, I'd read his grocery list.


Me: Does anyone want to go to a concert with me? 
Real life friends: 
Me:
Real life friends: 

Internet friends: YES OKAY I'LL BOOK A FLIGHT AND WE CAN HAVE A SLUMBER PARTY AT YOUR HOUSE AND HUNT THEM DOWN AFTER THE SHOW AND MEET THEM AND MAKE THEM LOVE US AND MOVE IN WITH THEM.



{ oh }   your touch, so bittersweet
{ oh }   your touch, so bittersweet

I want you
I want your sleepy confused look when you wake up.
I want to be the warmth that fills the space in your bed.
I want to be the sheets your fingers crave at night;
the blanket that wraps around you all night.
I want to drink tea with you, share some records we find.
I want to talk about everything in the world newspapers.
I want to discuss with you, to be stubborn and quick-witted with you.
I want to have differences between us.
I want your flaws.
All of them.
I want go into the deepest corners of your mind
and never get bored of you.
I want to be surprised by the new all the time.

I want to look at you like a movie, a living piece of art;
always trying to chase what you crave …
and capture you.

Being lonely...
 Isn't it awful?
Especially seeing all those cute relationship pictures
everywhere you look!
I’m sorry I sound desperate, but being LONELY is a awful feeling.
When lights off, laying in bed, curl in ball,
holding your pillow tight,
imagining it was that “someone” you can’t have,
and on top with all the thoughts
that hits you too the deepest points you want to break down and cry.
Yeah that kind of feeling is horrible ..


 


is it weird
how I try to think of you at night
just to hope you pop up in my dreams?
To be honest , its been working
because I get beautiful dreams about you,
but it sucks because we weren’t living it ..