SillyOldSchmuck

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Un-oranged.

Look what I did today!

wonderland

I do NOT want to head down that rabbithole again.

please.

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Do Snoop

dearoldlove:

I put certain things on my facebook that are public just in case you want to snoop.

Please snoop.

worst trap ever. absolutely horrendous. this sort of stuff should be banned by governments.

We Weren't Having Sex, But I Was Still Getting Screwed

confiding in one’s partner requires a much greater emotional investment for a man than for a woman, and this added investment translates to attachment

IFOUNDIT

WHEEEEEEEEEE

Shot on a bridge near my home

Opposite

I thought things were supposed to get better with time. Aren’t only the good memories supposed to be left behind?

Yet today I only find myself wishing none of it had ever happened. Thanks to yesterday I went down the rabbit hole again, only to find that I’d only an overbearing sense of sadness (and/or frustration) everywhere I looked.

It shocks me to realize how much the events of a month can stain all of the months before; the freshest memories in my mind are the worst, the better ones not to be found.

This isn’t and wasn’t supposed to happen, right..? Read an article a few days back; thought it made sense. Have to dig it back out again aha; no idea where it was from.

I have to find something to do soon; if my mind stays idle this way, it’ll only get worse.

might actually need therapy for this thing years down the road.

Hyperbole and a Half

well if you’re reading this, I want you to know that this place just updated again, bless her soul whoever she is.

bless her alot. go read.

Lyrics to Mads Langer - I’m Still Fact; She’s Fiction

Imagine a world without me
Say you’re falling apart
Let’s pretend you’ve missed me for a while
Wouldn’t you say you were lonely
And love was breaking your heart?
Put on your Sunday best and fake a smile

I dream of dreaming dreams of her
In twilight she’s a constant blur
The picture is clear
And I’m still fact, she’s fiction

Remember the night you were with me
Fell asleep by my side
Strangers together, your hand in mind
How come we never came closer
When all the stars were aligned?
I thought we had a moment

I dream of dreaming dreams of her
In twilight she’s a constant blur
The picture is clear
And I’m still fact she’s fiction
I seem to miss the missing part
She’s still my favorite work of art
The picture is clear
And I’m still fact, she’s fiction

No, nothing has changed ‘cause I’m still fact, she’s fiction
Or I may be imperfectly formed in this contradiction

I dream of dreaming dreams of her
In twilight she’s a constant blur
The picture is clear
‘Cause I’m still fact she’s fiction

I fell in love with her longing
Let’s just say that she never found out
Who it was she never found in me

Singing along to this in the alto harmony is quite, QUITE, cathartic.