no really i need to know
You know what kind of people I’m getting especially sick of? Selfish pricks that will literally use you by unloading all of their problems and mundane thoughts on you, pretend that they’re really good friends with you even though they haven’t got the slightest clue what it is that you actually do and what you actually like in real life because they have created an idea of what kind of person you are (which is a female that only lives and breathes to listen to them, completely disregarding what is going on your life) and they have projected it so well onto you that they would actually be shocked when you called them out on their fucking bullshit.
Officially starting my new no-bullshit policy, because FUCK those people.
A quote from Robert Brault (via larmoyante)
A quote from (noun) An untranslatable, Russian word – Vladimir Nabokov describes it best: “No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. In particular cases it may be the desire for somebody or something specific, nostalgia, love-sickness. At the lowest level it grades into ennui, boredom.” (via les-espaces-et-les-sentiments)
*sees a dog*
me: holy shit
Me when I’m forced to go anywhere.
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