Antisocial
I fuckin hate people.
The way She walked.
Anyone can tell you looks is the first thing that captures someones attention. That may be true for most although from personal reference that isn’t always the case. I always loved it when a girl’s personality can stand out more than her appearance. She doesn’t have to be dressed in the nicest of clothes for me to notice her. The type of person who you just wanted to be around with and get to know more. A simple girl who knows what she wants, has a good head on her shoulders, knows when to act like a Lady but can still be a kid at heart. Nothing too complicated yet it was more than enough to be satisfied with and not to mention the way a girl can carry herself. She knows how to be independent on her own yet she enjoys company and knows how to make the best of any situation. Turning simple dates and activities into more fun than you would expect. Her inner qualities displayed from the inside out; this ordinary-looking girl which gave you a different perspective of what you thought about beauty. With all the flaws and all you could still say she was gorgeous. Just the essence of her being around you and all her little traits made you forget about what she looked on the outside. Because it made you look beyond the exterior; the shell of any human, and you could see how beautiful she was without even glancing at her. And when you find someone who can make you feel like this, now that’s what I call attractive.
(via adamho)
In the cruel world of love, we’ve learned that promises aren’t contracts, kisses aren’t assurances, sweet words aren’t guarantees, big hugs aren’t bonds and that nothing’s permanent in this life. One day, you’re mine. The next day, you’re gone. Loving someone is not always about fairy tales and fantasies. It’s about truth and realities.
(Source: thecottoncandiii)
Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leave you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should just be friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart-pain. I hate love. ——Neil Gaiman
—(via jessiferizzo)
thank you letter 1: Lovers and Friends
I want to preface this letter with a little background info about my life with women. For about as far back as I can remember I have been desperately seeking the attention of females in an effort to replace the attention I never received from my mom growing up. Pre-K and Kindergarten school teachers were some of my first loves and obsessions. Ms. Donato would tell me how handsome I was and I would eat it up (like you would imagine one of those starving children in africa would eat a three course meal). From there I moved on to girls my own age who were really fickle little bitches who would at times shower you with attention (especially if you had a toy they wanted) and then other times would treat you as if you had the cooties (not much has changed in this regard Im afraid). While these younger women frustrated me to no end they made me feel less like I was missing something in my life and I became somewhat dependent on them to make me feel whole. Making the decision to try and compensate for the attention that I wasn’t receiving from my mom with the affection of my female peers changed my life (whether for better or worse is still yet to be decided).
To all the girls/women I have used to fill the void that is my heart,
Thank you for being there for me when I needed you most
and for the times when you were not there
it taught me how and who to trust
Thank you showing me how to respect women
and which ones deserve it most
it taught me to recognize and appreciate a woman’s worth
Thank you for showing me the love I didnt know existed outside of movie screens and my fantasies
and for breaking my heart
it taught me how to be a better man
Thank you for leading me on
and for letting me lead you on
it taught me how to play the game
Thank you for being my first
and for giving me the honor of being your first
it taught me about intimacy and how two souls can become one
Thank you for accepting me
and for rejecting me
it taught me how to be myself
Thank you for spending time with me
and wasting time with me
it taught me how to appreciate the moment
Thank you for being my friend
and for at times being my worst enemy
it taught me how to love unconditionally
Thank you for continuing to show me the way
and for continually making me feel lost
its teaching me how to live
To be continued…
thank you letter 1: Lovers and Friends
I want to preface this letter with a little background info about my life with women. For about as far back as I can remember I have been desperately seeking the attention of females in an effort to replace the attention I never received from my mom growing up. Pre-K and Kindergarten school teachers were some of my first loves and obsessions. Ms. Donato would tell me how handsome I was and I would eat it up (like you would imagine one of those starving children in africa would eat a three course meal). From there I moved onto girls my own age who were really fickle little bitches who would at times shower you with attention (especially if you had a toy they wanted) and then other times would treat you as if you had the cooties (not much has changed in this regard Im afraid). While these younger women frustrated me to no end they made me feel less like I was missing something in my life and I became somewhat dependent on them to make me feel whole. Making the decision to try and compensate for the attention that I wasn’t receiving from my mom with the affection of my female peers changed my life (whether for better or worse is still yet to be decided).
To all the girls/women I have used to fill the void that is my heart,
Thank you for being there for me when I needed you most
and for the times when you were not there
it taught me how and who to trust
Thank you showing me how to respect women
and which ones deserve it most
it taught me to recognize and appreciate a woman’s worth
Thank you for showing me the love I didnt know existed outside of movie screens and my fantasies
and for breaking my heart
it taught me how to be a better man
Thank you for leading me on
and for letting me lead you on
it taught me how to play the game
Thank you for being my first
and for giving me the honor of being your first
it taught me about intimacy and how two souls can become one
Thank you for accepting me
and for rejecting me
it taught me how to be myself
Thank you for spending time with me
and wasting time with me
it taught me how to appreciate the moment
Thank you for being my friend
and for at times being my worst enemy
it taught me how to love unconditionally
Thank you for continuing to show me the way
and for continually making me feel lost
its teaching me how to live
To be continued…
