You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from...– ― Jonathan Safran Foer Sometimes, sometimes I’m just so tired, I’m so fucking sad. I’ve spent many years attempting to keep myself from being sad and in all of that time, I’ve never known happy. Hell, I don’t think I really know happy now. I’m just so tired.
So, I am going back and forth and re-watching episodes of Doctor Who and finally, finally watching Supernatural with the sound on (never done that before) and well, sometimes, I get confused. I swear, I watch patches of Doctor Who, and when it gets too emotional, I switch to Supernatural. Well, I switched to the second show and heard the whispers of a song and I started sobbing, cos all I heard...
Recently discovered that my life can be divided up into three lists: Things that I love that are beans Things that I love that aren’t beans Things that I don’t love that may or may not be beans .. The third list is the largest list. Coming in a close second is the bean list. Lastly, is the list about things I love that aren’t beans. I apparently don’t love a lot of...
Sometimes I wonder how I got to this point in my life. Sometimes I am so afraid to breathe, like I will just wake from this dream and be in fourth grade again; the teacher telling mom that I am not like all the other kids. That I am more than “myself”, I am completely different. Strange. I don’t make friends, I antagonize. Sometimes I try to remember my childhood and it’s...
Why in hell...
is everyone fat? I don’t understand this fucking trend, phase, fad or what have you on this issue. Like, everyone is fat. I grew up in a house where I was considered skinny until I was eleven and started period. I would eat a bit more than my mother would consider “normal” and there I was, a fucking blimp. Nowadays, everyone is a blimp. A zephyr. An elongated hot air balloon....
I just wanted to declare my love for River Song and Rose Tyler. Because, really, those two women were meant for the Doctor. I would kill to have River and Rose meet.
That moment in your life,
when you finally run out of your favourite mascara and then find out it’s completely discontinued. Life isn’t worth living any more. Goodbye world. [in a totally melodramatic way of course, i have too much shit to do to kill myself. where would i find the time? i have birthday, engagement and other parties to plan and bake for - it doesn’t fit my schedule.] I am totally...
Some people have religion, I have baking.
Tell me what you eat, I’ll tell you who you are.– ~Anthelme Brillat-Savarin; all I want to do is bake cakes, make food and feed people. There just never seems to be enough time for me to get that all done. And, I recently discovered that my whole life revolves around food cravings. It’s redunk.