Dear Foul-mouthed Asshole,
Quit complaining about hairline scratches because no on will see them when it’s 20ft off the ground. Critizising others may give you a sense of power but let me assure you that people will only see you as an scared, incompetent old man trying to compensate for his uselessness. I suggest you try to do something a bit more constructive, even if it is cleaning up after your own shit.
Also, I don’t appreciate your foul-mouth in the morning. You know what, its not even that. It’s because you mutter your swears. If you have something to say, say it to my face, mother-fucker.
I don’t know what you see me as, but let me remind you that I’m a person like everyone else. I might be a girl, I might be young but it doesn’t mean you can treat me like I don’t know shit. It wouldn’t kill you to ask me for help would it?
And they are not dirt marks. I know a dirt mark when I see one so stop telling me bullshit. You might have 40yrs of experience over me, but you don’t know shit. It’s sad really.
Gosh, now I feel bad.
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I like your hands in your pockets.
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I woke up because I was too excited and eager. I guess I am in a productive mode. I want to sew faces but now that I am up, I don’t want to get out of bed bcuz it’s so cold. Even my motivated self is lazy! Help me! I feel boring. I want to play pool. What do I talk to about now? I like to write to people who will never come across my tumblr. I like dreams. Recently, I’ve been having to dullest dreams. Just minutes ago, I was dreaming about an Ikea assembling manual.
5 things in my room
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I want to take 4 steps
and tear it all apart
leaving 42 tiny pieces
bouncing on the concrete fall
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still and flightless
the life I gave
dangle in the sky
only to realize
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chew toy
I keep it
because I am naive to think
he can be recreated
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obvious tabula rasa
sit and wait to be erased
tabula rasa
tabula rasa
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a perfect match
is not a near match
I cannot settle
for slight cracks
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I don’t know wtf I poured in my contact lense case last night because this morning, when I put my left one in, it burned like a jalapeno.
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