Just because you mean good doesn’t give you the right to control my life.- Teddy Ruge
(Source: Guardian)
My quality of life sucks
because no one ever asks or calls me, and when they do, The reason always seems to be bad. So I feel like I’m running a rut that I’m not in my reality, and that I have no control, by having all the control over who to call and what to do. no one is spontaneous with me. It fucking kills me.
I never want to die, but I just wish I’d be doing things that are more worthwhile to myself.
I want to scream and break things, but I can’t.
And that makes me want to do it even more.
946) I have a problem. I’m pre-everything. But I have girls clothes, and sometimes I try wearing them. When I have them on, it’s ok, but after a while, and especially after I look in the mirror, it just feels wrong. It looks wrong. I am a guy in girls clothes. So I get really angry that Im a guy, that I was born with this body, that I am not on the outside who I am on the inside. So I cry and I shout and I throw things. That makes me feel even worse. I dont think I can ever enjoy dressing as a girl.
It’s quite this, really.
(Source: mtfconfessions)
All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers.Mitch Albom (via 23rd-block)
Steve McQueen (Version 1)
My eyes will track your face across the glass interlace picture,
and I can’t stop the idea that you’re dead from ruining this movie.
your visual representation saved for billions by your career,
pales in comparison to the chills you send me every time you look at something off camera.
Like you’re looking at me half-covered by the green blanket,
sitting precariously in this house that isn’t mine,
then you’re back to eyeing your shoes for a moment,
and then back to me,
who’s looking at you.
and we’re both thinking about how odd it is that I’m watching a dead guy repeat himself one hundred and one times over and over on a television,
that will relay the same electrical impulses for my pleasure,
until I can no longer find the pleasure of seeing you walk around scheming to break out of a german World War Two POW camp,
knowing that none of it matters because you’re ashes are in the pacific,
and I’m still sitting here in this empty house wondering why I can’t let go of this worthless piece of information,
and just enjoy the god-damned film.
Gorgeous!
pretty and perfect.
(Source: lettiebobettie, via be-careful-what-you-fish-for)
