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Protip: If you bitch about tumblr being a place where you can vent and people aren’t supposed to call you out, you can’t call people out on what they put on tumblr. Fucker. I didn’t want you to know how upset I was SO I DIDN’T TELL YOU. SIMPLE AS THAT. Because you were always playing the victim (right up until the end) and it was always ‘my fault’ for ‘overreacting’ and ‘being a bad friend’ etc. Right. That’s what it is. Yup. It’s always my fault, and you literally did nothing wrong. You selfish asshole. And herein lies the core of this toxic friendship. Hypocrisy is not something that sits well with me, and it’s basically what I was surrounded by for the last year and a half :) That’s actually why most people actually hated said person by the end of senior year. It was kind of funny because all of his lies and playing the victim was as obvious to them as it was to me. My favorite part was when I made a joke that went over his head and he sent facebook messages to our mutual friend saying that myself and another mutual friends were drama queens and always overreacting. THEN he called me over to show me something on his laptop and left the message up in clear view. Then when I got justifiably angry, he sent me an email saying that it wasn’t as bad as I thought he was just saying that I was a bad friend to a mutual friend, thus altering a mutual friend’s perception of me with lies. He also told me that he has to go on apps like Grindr and complain about me to strangers just so he doesn’t stay angry at me. And that was his version of an apology… WOW OMG THANK YOU BEST APOLOGY EVER A+ WOW SO GREAT YOU ARE DEFINITELY THE VICTIM HERE And this sort of shit was what I had to put up with on a regular basis. Constant belittling of things that were really NOT okay with me. And yet through all this, he would say “just tell me you’re mad” and yet EVERY SINGLE FUCKING TIME I DID THAT he would play the victim and say I was over reacting. Like… I just… I literally can’t win. I don’t talk about my problems, he gets upset that I’m keeping my problems to myself. I do talk about my problems, and I’m overreacting. I just… What? It really bothers me that he is literally so blind to himself that he thinks this came out of nowhere.

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I don’t understand the need to define yourself by your relationship with another person. How could that make someone happy?

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Oh geeze… That money from my grandma could really help me…. But this poor lady at the car shop literally has no rear breaks and I can hear her talking to her husband about how their fridge died last two days ago, and her husband is laid off and just got taken off of unemployment and just… Ugh… I don’t even.

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I like talking to people and I like when they talk to me. So when one person doesn’t talk to me, I gravitate towards the one who does. I’m not regretting it.

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So I was doing some facebook stalking and looking through this guy’s photos and it suddenly dawned on me that this person has a whole life of experiences outside of the brief experiences we shared. And I really like this person, but it’s suddenly like I don’t even know this person because he’s experienced such a different life than I have. It just suddenly struck me as really scary that I could never go back and be a part of that person’s past, and that all memories we make will have to be from this point onwards. Like right now that person could be like sitting in bed listening to music or watching tv or talking to a friend and I will never know that. Just… Wow, people actually exist outside of me, and they do stuff even without me being there. How have I not realized how amazing and terrifying that is?

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◢ HE LIKES ME.

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People of Italy, what are the best things to see while in Rome? I have a trip to plan for, and this will help us immensely!

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I’m seriously starting to question if I can feel genuine interest in another human. Looking back at my life so far… It’s not looking good. It’s actually starting to scare me how much disregard I have for 90% of the people around me.

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neverchangedn:

“Sometimes people are beautiful. Not in looks. Not in what they say. Just in what they are.”

neverchangedn:

Sometimes people are beautiful. Not in looks. Not in what they say. Just in what they are.”

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animalgazing:

it didn’t have to end like this by JKönig on Flickr.
a few weeks ago, my friend cheryl, who works at mid hudson animal aid, posted on facebook about a cat who’d been found crying and starving on someone’s lawn. she and her coworker christina rescued him, fed him, named him moe, and brought him to the hospital. he was severely malnourished, so much so that he couldn’t hold up his own head. as soon as i saw the post, i texted cheryl to find out where they were, then met them at the hospital. while we waited for blood test results, i took a few photographs to document yet another case of the ravaging effects of human selfishness. the test results were horrendous, and the doctor assured us there was nothing anyone could do. so about ten minutes after i took this photo, we let him go. it’s hard for me to look at this image of his face. he knew someone had done him wrong, and he knew it didn’t have to be like this. and this face, this look — it’s his way of saying to the world, don’t let this happen. this doesn’t have to happen. cheryl held him in her arms and actually got him to purr, even though he had to’ve been in agony. that’s when we knew he was ready. we lay him on his bright blue towel, placed our hands upon his bony body, and talked him through to the next world. rest in peace, little moe.

animalgazing:

it didn’t have to end like this by JKönig on Flickr.

a few weeks ago, my friend cheryl, who works at mid hudson animal aid, posted on facebook about a cat who’d been found crying and starving on someone’s lawn. she and her coworker christina rescued him, fed him, named him moe, and brought him to the hospital. he was severely malnourished, so much so that he couldn’t hold up his own head.

as soon as i saw the post, i texted cheryl to find out where they were, then met them at the hospital. while we waited for blood test results, i took a few photographs to document yet another case of the ravaging effects of human selfishness.

the test results were horrendous, and the doctor assured us there was nothing anyone could do.

so about ten minutes after i took this photo, we let him go.

it’s hard for me to look at this image of his face. he knew someone had done him wrong, and he knew it didn’t have to be like this. and this face, this look — it’s his way of saying to the world, don’t let this happen. this doesn’t have to happen.

cheryl held him in her arms and actually got him to purr, even though he had to’ve been in agony. that’s when we knew he was ready.

we lay him on his bright blue towel, placed our hands upon his bony body, and talked him through to the next world.

rest in peace, little moe.

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Stop it. Stop making me like you more and more every time I talk to you. This is shit. I want no part in liking you, so please stop.

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◢ Everyone and anyone, can you please suggest some good music for me to listen to? It doesn’t matter the genre; I have lots of room to spare.

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Stop it.

(Source: lambiess)

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(Source: de-feated)

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