i had a dream about my first guitar ever:( that i found it in a forest near my old house:( but in reality i sold it:(
i had a dream about my first guitar ever:( that i found it in a forest near my old house:( but in reality i sold it:(
Its awful how you can’t just give genuine effort or compliment without there being some suspicion of ulterior motive because the world has done many of us so wrong, and I just think that’s sad.
I’m. So. Fucking. Mad. Today, while hanging with my dearest of friend for her birthday, I bought a graphic novel called Flipped. Great book, great message, great characters, great plot. But, I’m pissed they didn’t get together in the end. I spent my hard earned money (My friend bought it for me, love u babes) on this “romance” book, just for them to have a kiss that was for plot device and not LOVE?! Death. Death be upon anyone who pushes their glasses up with one finger saying “Well actually, it’s supposed to be about self-love!” SHUT THE HELL UP! NOBODY WANTS TO HEAR FROM YOU, SIR DICKILSTON! I get it, deeper meaning, and they’re just friends and there’s more meaning behind it, but you’re telling me Flip got with that fucking white bitch again? GOD FUCKING DAMNIT. I DON’T CARE IF ITS A SELF LOVE BOOK, THEY LITERALLY BECAME EACHOTHER, LET THEM FUCKING KISS!!!!! Literally threw the book across the room and sobbed when I realized it. They’re literally perfect for each other. And it’s not even the fact that they’re not canon, believe me I’ve been places where it’s a real person and a fictional character. It’s the fact that I was lead on to believe that they could be something. Anger. Anger, rage, I want them to kiss. Badly. I need them to kiss and soon, and with hunger. Maybe this is just self projection because I’m lonely. Abc for someone to kiss. Okay, now I’m just rambling, but seriously, FUCK YOU. I DON’T CARE IF IT WAS FOR A DEEPER REASON, LET THEM FUCK!!!!
The sad truth is, I don’t want to leave Tumblr. I discovered the Tumblr Beatles fandom months ago, and to be honest, I love you guys. I hate the thought of starting over on a different website, because we’ll all scatter and there’s no way I’m going to find all of you again.
I do have a Pillowfort account, but I don’t have any friends. And with my weird “only follow people who follow me” OCD compulsion, that makes it even harder.
I’m depressed, and I get the feeling I’m also going to be lonely soon.
I just thought about the french fry bar that we had for a late night snack at our wedding that we got none of lol
Me: I’m going to _insert location here_ for a day or two
Person: oh sweet that’s a great please what are you going?
Me: *makes anxious face*
Me: …..rollercoasters…..
Person: oh that’s…. Nice?
I KEEP MAKING TEA AND IT KEEPS GOING FUCKING COLD. SOMEONE SAVE ME FROM THIS NIGHTMARE.
Wass just emotionally devastated again- time to see if I can channel that into fic writing power or if it turns me into a slothful husk for a week