I often lack empathy as well as sympathy in life unless, of course, my children are involved (or other children are involved for that matter). However, I am much better in my ability to sympathize with someone. I find it very difficult to put myself in someone else’s shoes so to speak. Often, I feel guilty for not even attempting to do it more than half of the time
If I say I do not play well with others…..do you automatically assume I am very good at playing with myself?
I NEED THESE TO CREATE THE ILLUSION THAT I HAVE A BUTT.
(Source: hollyarabella)
These can never be true friends: Hope, dice, a prostitute, a robber, a cheat, a goldsmith, a monkey, a doctor, a distiller.
Indian Proverb
Grrrrrrrrrr, I cannot stand reading posts that whine about being lonely and single. It is irritating. I am always seeing the same question on facebook statuses, Why am I single? Well, maybe it’s because you are such desperate needy asshole. Nobody wants a crier. Oh, and then there’s the, What’s wrong with me? OMG, are they serious? I doubt they really want me to answer this. They really need to just quit bitching. There are a million problems in this world. People are dying from cancer and heart disease. There is war going on overseas. I don’t really give flying fuck if they are single or not…..just saying.
Excuse, the amount of cursing in this post but, I have a headache brought on by stress induced mania so I am in a WGAF mood right now. Cheers!!!
My dashboard of late has a problem. I had to unfollow some people…..skinny women pictures.
Good God. I understand wanting to lose a few pounds. I understand being overweight and wanting to change that. I understand wanting to tone up, or work out…or even being obsessed with working out. I get all…
I HAD TO REBLOG THIS FOR THE LADIES (AND SOME MEN) WHO THINK THAT HAVING MEAT ON THEIR BONES MAKES THEM UNATTRACTIVE. THIS IS STRAIGHT UP A MAN’S POINT OF VIEW. I HAVE MY OWN DEMONS CONCERNING EATING DISORDERS, BULIMA TO BE MORE EXACT, AND I KNOW FIRST-HAND HOW HARD IT IS TO BATTLE.
In fear we drown and waste away,
Into shallow pitted graves.
Across our bones all will tread,
Through the scarlet rivers our hearts have bled.
Tattered and torn we too will rise,
We shall dance with your hand in mine.
To the moon we will sail like kites,
For we two, own this night.
Thunder may roar and lightening may strike,
Forcing our minds to spark and collide.
Higher we’ll soar into the depthis of pure bliss.
So, quickly we fall back into our shallow pits.
Alas, here we stay two bleeding hearts,
Bones to tread over,
Until given a spark.
By Susan Overbey
It’s true.
Love this. Ladies listen up. Men too.
My tremendous intuitive sense of the female creature informs me that you are troubled.
I offer bad advice as well :)
