I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words.
For years mental health professionals taught people that they could be psychologically healthy without social support, that “unless you love yourself, no one else will love you.”…The truth is, you cannot love yourself unless you have been loved and are loved. The capacity to love cannot be built in isolation
Missing her kept him awake more than the coffee.
There are people,it is kind of taboo to do this, but you can grade them from 1 to 10. Most people are a 5. And the people who are 1 cant reproduce.
Most people that are a 5 want to be with 10. But even 10 wants to be with 10. And people that are 5 or below are insecure. But at times people who are 10 are also very insecure.
People who are 5 or below can be very malicious, and vent out their anger on other people or try to use psycho mind games because they know they can. But it really is so… crazy. And kind of goes into the cycle of vengence and violence.
So this is why people don’t have as much sex as they used to.More divorce rates because our patience and values are getting lowered by every generation. And this is why there are less babies. And a lot of people are not fit parents.
You have to get a lisence for driving, owning guns,you need to above a certain age for drinking, smoking , but you just get to be a parent so easily.
And those kids grow up and theyre weird and weird kids grow up and have babies and that is mankind and actually we are animals, but social animals so it looks more sophisticated but actually
It is all SHIT
Sometimes I am filled with hate, or even - the cold rejection. Not because of particular reason, but just out of control . I am disgusted by any gesture from any sound or letters from any memories, images or thoughts. Sometimes I only see betrayal hypocrisy, pretense and vanity. Any idea repugnant in its beginning, any movement is difficultly given, any sense seems useless and tired out. And as if nothing had happened, but it seems as if the whole world has swallowed itself, and like nothing has changed, or maybe nothing is quite real anymore at such moments.