Books on my right forearm. Really no meaning to it other than a) I like reading and b) I like the way books look.
Done by Brett Burnham at Electric Tattoo in Pasadena, Maryland.
How dare you say that my behavior is unacceptable
So condescending unnecessarily critical
I have the tendency of getting very physical
So watch your step cause if I do you’ll need a miracle
You drain me dry and make me wonder why I’m even here
This Double Vision I was seeing is finally clear
You want to stay but you know very well I want you gone
Not fit to fuckin’ tread the ground that I’m walking on
When it gets cold outside and you got nobody to love
You’ll understand what I mean when I say
There’s no way we’re gonna give up
And like a little girl cries in the face of a monster that lives in her dreams
Is there anyone out there cause it’s getting harder and harder to breathe
What you are doing is screwing things up inside my head
You should know better you never listened to a word I said
Clutching your pillow and writhing in a naked sweat
Hoping somebody someday will do you like I did
When it gets cold outside and you got nobody to love
You’ll understand what I mean when I say
There’s no way we’re gonna give up
And like a little girl cries in the face of a monster that lives in her dreams
Is there anyone out there cause it’s getting harder and harder to breathe
Does it kill
Does it burn
Is it painful to learn
That it’s me that has all the control
Does it thrill
Does it sting
When you feel what I bring
And you wish that you had me to hold
When it gets cold outside and you got nobody to love
You’ll understand what I mean when I say
There’s no way we’re gonna give up
And like a little girl cries in the face of a monster that lives in her dreams
Is there anyone out there cause it’s getting harder and harder to breathe
-had someone say something that simply hurt you without knowing…
-asked yourself -will life ever feel better than it does at this very moment…
-thought if God exist…does he even know who you are?
-had thoughts of …
-had no thoughts at all…
-had so much laughter inside you cried…
-felt a perfect breath of air pass right through you…
-missed someone so much you simply forgot who you were at times…
-loved the taste of something -that much more…
-told yourself…”just keep breathing”
…simply walked away from it all
this is what my ex’s wife thinks of her own step child. i wonder if at all she realizes that she is in fact a 50yr old woman! not just why, but how could a ‘supposed’ adult write something like this about their own step child and blast it on facebook…who the fuck does shit like that at her age!?!? and to top it off…her husband -my ex…let’s her -about his own child…WOW!
hmmm…i wonder if the words ‘Mental/Verbal ABUSE’ have anythng to do with them separating/divorcing? just a thought…maybe she should think, BEFORE she speaks for once in her life…because in a court of law…this isn’t going to help her AT ALL…
i’m just saying…LOL!
KARMA IS A BITCH …10 fold!
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so tell me…what makes a person think that an apology will always be ok after saying shit that sometimes…just simply can’t be taken back.
hmmm…i say…”um, fuck it -i don’t think so!”
it’s funny how they will say things that don’t make sense or can hurt and then blame it on something else. then when some time has passed…comes the “i’m sorry…i didn’t know what i was thinking or why i said that.” apology. the one that doesn’t even sound, let alone, feel sincere. it’s like they can’t take responsibility for being honest and owning up to what they say. i’d rather a person just man up and say “i said what i said for this reason…” or “this is why i feel that way…” i can handle that -because that’s owning your words. i have more respect for someone who can help me understand rather than blame it on something or someone else every-single-time! they use the words “i’m sorry” like it’s a get outta jail free card they keep in their wallet for times when they fuck up. and being a coward -that simply doesn’t count.
well, not this time…i am too busy laughing at how much of a fucking dumbass they are!
they cashed out their last “sorry” check in this bank.
next.
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yes, um!
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i can only expresss myself through words. and it usually comes through the sound of music. i don’t how to say things with soft tones without foul words to follow. i tend to say things like: “i understand, but FUCK it!” or “i am so FUCKING done!”
i think i use the word or words to emphasize just exactly HOW i am feeling, because there are no other words that can do the moods justice. when someone feels like crap or feels sexual they tend to use words that are heavy with mood to express how they feel and when you read it for the first time and you feel like you have to re-read it again…then it says something. yeah…it says something. then, when you are writing to the sound of music…it becomes a whole other story. it becomes a whole other feeling. it takes you to another place all together. it takes on a life of it’s own. there’s no bad intent behind it, just human intent.
funny how words like; vagina, GOD, bitch, cock, fuck…seem to emphasize our thoughts when we write…
one minute i am fine…the next i’ve lost my mind…
we are truly human…heavy with mood