do you ever go to a party and look around and wonder how is everyone so normal? I wish it would rain more often so everyone would just stay inside then I could lie in bed knowing a lot of happy people are doing the same that’s the situation where I’d be most like happy people
when I think too hard I get dizzy then realize my breath couldn’t keep up with my thoughts
you’re my shadow only warmer and kinder and more full of life
how exotic where are you from? asked no one of the middle-aged white woman do you get it now? good
it’s too much let my teeth rot and my body go unwashed and my hair stay greasy my clothes are scattered on the floor if I sound funny to you then you’re not my audience go away I’m too much for you
my husband loves me the way I wish I could love myself
you taught me to talk less better seen and not heard you went so far as to tell me that people would take me more seriously if I spoke less because it would imply that any time I do talk it must be important for me to break my silence it’s always the quiet ones who are perceived as smart and as having things worth saying yet somehow ever since you’ve told me this my pen hasn’t left my hand
I could eat you for breakfast and still be grossed out to find you in my toilet
what if all this time we were wrong about the concept of sin? what if there are only good people bad people and a lot of in-between people? and what if most people can’t tell the type they are? there’s no use in labeling everything inaccurately live life as it is natural to you
I think I’m so angry now because I used to not understand the sin of wrath I thought god was the only exception like only his anger could be justified and now that I know better I have a lot of anger to feel to make up for many numb and submissive years
Fudge It! 