When I date guys I get a bit more ‘girlier’ and fall into ‘that’ role. I don’t lose myself or anything and its not like I won’t speak my mind, but I find that I do get girlier and I don’t really have much control over it.
This is completely different when I date a girl because I somehow get a bit more ‘manly’ and fall into ‘that’ role. Again, I don’t lose myself, I don’t hpld back who I am, its just something that happens.
I’m sitting here and wondering why that is and coming up with no answers I’m completely content with.
Haven’t been on a date in like 6 months. Sure, o had a valentine, but I kinda just used him cause I didn’t wanna stay home that day lol so idk. That’s kinda depressing O_O
I realize that my constant searching of apartments online is reminding myself that it gets better outside of the hell that is my home. It’s my way of giving myself hope in a hopeless environment. It’s tragic in a way that only hope can be, and yet I’m the underdog here, and no one wants to give up on the underdog.
Then I realize that in all my attempts to isolate myself from my family, I wouldn’t like coming home alone to a silent apartment. I’d need a roommate, a friend, a lover, a partner, whatever one is most available, I don’t care.
a spirit that preys on the insecurities of young girls. on approaching one, it whispers venomously backhanded compliments, and delivers unneeded, often damaging advice in order to undermine the girl’s confidence and control her so that she may be devoured easily by the spirit.
the best way to ward it off is to appear unfazed by its insidious manipulations and stare directly into its great, luminous eyes until it gets uncomfortable and leaves.
I get new ones everyday but I know nothing about any of you. I’d like to know you better, to become so obsessed with my online friends that I begin to search for a way to enter Cyberspace. So ask me questions, and I will ask you questions, and we’ll become another post on Tumblr :3 or just call me crazy, I’m up for anything :D
Surgically Altered Ceramics by Beccy Ridsdel
UK-based artist Beccy Ridsdel creates fun yet strangely macabre interventions where ceramics have been surgically altered to reveal additional layers of detail. Where the metaphor of surgery might normally evoke blood and guts, Ridsdel instead reveals further floral patterns inside bone china plates and cups. The pieces are part of an ongoing examination regarding the perception of ceramics as craft or art. You can see more of her work over on Facebook and she has a few pieces for sale in her shop. (via Slow Art Day)