Marilyn Monroe photographed by Nicholas Murray, 1952.
I feel like technology has brought upon us the era of ignoring the people around us, taking them for granted… for the people we are not close to in that actual moment or ever. We forget to focus on our surroundings, and instead choose to focus on having conversations with people who are not near us. Which totally defeats the purpose of any interaction whatsoever if not in person.
But I’m getting to know you
Not ready to show you all the pieces of me
So just be patient. I won’t keep you waitin’
But I need a little time to figure out
Boy do I like you
Does anyone read any of my posts anymore..
feel like deleting this depressed piece of my life.
When you’re stuck feeling like you want to know if something is going to last forever, because you don’t know if you should give it your all if it doesn’t last. & You don’t want to be the one who gives it your all, only to have it broken by someone else.
That devastating feeling you get when you feel like your heart drops, and it sinks. When you find out something, that makes you feel like someone stabbed you in the heart and if that wasn’t enough. They’re twisting it while in your heart, twirling as if it were a jack in the box toy. You feel every bit of it, a million times more stronger than it actually is. As if the pain is magnified to it’s full potential. Nothing compares to this.
And although this pain is the worst that you could probably ever feel, somehow you live through it. Somehow you still survive and go on. & It just doesn’t stop there.
So I’m left to wonder, if this is all a cruel game to someone to have us feel something so deeply painful and have to live the memory of it.. for the rest of your living days.
I let people think what they want about me, because the shit they come up with is way better than my life actually is.
Anyone else notice that “Atlanta’s ex’s” the ladies that once married to famous men are not that good looking?
Like how did you get them ?
thought to self.. but not so good looking girls give the best head.
They got to work harder…
I’ll always be the one that got away.
me listening to partition
I’d had nothing to say. I was only desperate to make conversation and prove myself a witty, amusing, and thoughtful girl, the sort one cannot imagine living without. The difficulty, of course, is that I am in command of none of these qualities.