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I’m still tugging at my hair. Why did I think cutting it would make me stop?

Here But I'm Gone
Artist: Curtis Mayfield
Album: New World Order
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She has a weird energy about her as a woman. We were in this town to do a show and she spread such positive vibes. There were birds singing and rainbows – we could even see a tornado going on! We could actually see it! I think that every artist has an aura and persona that develops and Bjork spreads such a positive energy. You can just feel it.

━ M.I.A. on Bjork (via vaginawoolf)

That was fast and painful and I’m not sure if I feel better yet. I know that I don’t feel worse, but this feeling in my chest is associated with hurt, so—

I need to shut the fuck up. Shut up. Shut the fuck up. You feel better because you just denied his re-entrance into your life and that’s really fucking awesome. Good for you. Don’t let your past walk all over you, take charge. And you don’t owe them smiles and support. They can go jack off to that idea. Fuck all of this. I’m done with social rules. 

Pearl Jam - Black (Live In Pinkpop 92)

WELL, AS YOU IN, IT’S THAT PART OF THE NIGHT WHERE I BLAST PHIL COLLINS

I’m gonna fucking throw up. Like, this is exactly why I don’t trust good shit. Whenever good shit is happening, bad shit is just fucking following you when you’re alone so it can jump you. I’m getting fucking ambushed right now. And I’m defending myself over text. I feel fucking pathetic, and paranoid, and betrayed, and alone. So much for… fucking support, fuck this. 

Plan: gonna ask him to fuck off politely and not toss all my baggage onto him (just in case he may come in handy later)—this is another fault of mine: I treat people like chess pieces. Wow, I’m just having a full out malfunction right now. 

I feel indifferent, brain wise, but my stomach feels very vomitty now.

utabay:

I HAD A GREAT FUCKING DAY, AND THEN THIS ASSHOLE TEXTS ME, REMINDING ME HE HAS MORE IN COMMON WITH ME THAN HE DOES WITH THIS STUPID, PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE GIRLFRIEND, JUST PLEASE FUCK OFF

But here I am, also, not wanting to tell him to fuck off because I have consideration for his shitty feelings and shitty life. And not responding is not satisfying enough. I’m just gonna sit here, boiling. I might as well just text him to fuck off, whether it’s politely or not. 

And he’s talking shit about David Gilmour, like

I HAD A GREAT FUCKING DAY, AND THEN THIS ASSHOLE TEXTS ME, REMINDING ME HE HAS MORE IN COMMON WITH ME THAN HE DOES WITH THIS STUPID, PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE GIRLFRIEND, JUST PLEASE FUCK OFF

NO.

HE TEXTED ME ABOUT FLOYD.

I’M GOING TO DESTROY ALL THE THROWABLE GLASS IN THE HOUSE