Fifty Shades of Red
The Narcissist Next Door
“How many times have people used a pen or paintbrush because they couldn’t pull the trigger?”
(Source: violentwavesofemotion, via octopussiour)
“You never have to change anything that you got up in the middle of the night to write.”
Love.
Whoever said that monogamy was so great? I mean, who REALLY wants to live with one person for the rest of their lives, without so much as feeling that little flame in your gut when you lock eyes with someone for the first time?
I realize that people feel like they’re supposed to have morals. But why, really? I don’t think that if you eat your vegetables, take care of yourself, and avoid doing reckless things, not believing in monogamy will kill you. God won’t strike you down for wanting to sleep with more than one person for the rest of your life. I don’t think He’ll hate you for sleeping around. I also understand that this goes against the Bible and stuff, but I don’t pretend to be a Bible scholar. All I want is the freedom to [safely] do what I want, when I want it.
Too many times, someone comes into my life and I feel as though I must have a taste. It is the -most- frustrating feeling in the world not to be able to do that. Don’t get me wrong, I think relationships are wonderful. Having that person that understands you and supports you unconditionally is great. And sex with them is usually of a whole different level. But that STILL doesn’t change the desire I get every once in a while to hop on something real quick, just to satisfy carnal curiosity. It’s just sex, people. Shit.
Um holy shit holy shit this rules.
(Source: marrymejasonsegel, via octopussiour)
You people that are leaving comments on my stuff. How the hell are you doing that and why can’t I do it back. >_<
I think I’m done being a friend. There’s so much I have to do for myself, and I’m running out of time in which to do it, and for the first time in like, my whole life, I don’t want to distract myself with other people. I just don’t care about anyone’s problems right now. I am in pieces and I think I need to make myself whole again before I can give any of my energy to any other person.
I am going to jump off a cliff if I can’t figure out what the fuck is wrong with me in the next three months.
Well, I certainly don’t feel like an adult.
