I’m breathing and clicking away here -organizedchaos-.
Thank you! ^_^
I’m breathing and clicking away here -organizedchaos-.
Thank you! ^_^
I am simple
yet complicated.
Or should I say,
deceitful.
I am childish
yet mature,
caring
yet reserved,
my face
contours
seriousness,
my body
moves with
lack
of
confidence.
I am
unreliable
even
to myself.
So you know those days where you feel like complete shit? Like you can’t really explain how you feel, all you know is that you’re just not in the mood. So you turn your music up so loud that you can’t hear anyone that’s trying to help you. That crying yourself to sleep is the only way you can sleep at all. Talking to anyone isn’t even an option because you can’t put it into words. All you want is for people to get the fuck out of your face since you would much rather be alone.
That’s where someone like you comes in. The one where you can cry on their shoulder all you want and they won’t mind at all. They don’t lie to you and tell you that everything is going to be okay because they want all of the tears to be out of your system. They don’t have to try so hard to understand what you’re going through because they know how you’re feeling. They know exactly what to say and what not to say. Just knowing that someone is there for you when you need them makes everything seem so much better. While you’re pushing everyone else away, they become the only one you can open up to. Don’t ever give up on them because you know that they would never give up on you. Definitely a keeper.
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This Chicago shop interior is stunning and elegant and so soothing I am calmed just by looking. Replace the shoes with books and it’d be perfect for my readings. :)
In what does the alienation of labor consist? First, that the work is external to the worker, that it is not a part of his nature, that consequently he does not fulfill himself in his work but denies himself, has a feeling of misery, not of well-being… The worker therefore feels himself at home only during his leisure, whereas at work he feels homeless.
— Marx, Economic and Political Manuscripts (1844) —
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if that’s not love, then i’m misinformed.
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And is where space ends
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Unexpected present from Ice:D Thank you so much this is really appreciated. Now how do I top this?