Cheating is cheating. It’s much like death in the sense that once it has been done, there is no returning from what you have done, there is no changing your mind. You have killed. You have cheated. To others, such as myself, it doesn’t matter to which the degree you have cheated [or how you’ve killed], the point is, you have done it. It was a thought and you led it in to an action - which is something that most people wouldn’t.
If you fancy the menu, leave and eat at home. Don’t think a few fries will be okay.
IMPORTANT EDIT: The people who have re-blogged don’t understand. I’m using an analogy (it’s a comparison for better understanding of my point) I’m not saying cheating IS death and I’m not relating the two. So, no, cheating is not death. Also, I’m a misogynistic arse-hole, of course I’m going to call someone I hate a slut without attacking the other guy.
I really do have a problem with expressing any other emotion other than hate, I’m not comfortable with it and I just… can’t. You’re right. You’re always right. It doesn’t mean I can switch it off, I wish that I could, I wish I could drown all my hate down the sink… because then I would be left with an average amount of hate which wouldn’t cause me to sink all the time. I need you to understand that as I go through my, at least, fifth year of depression (and a range of other mental conditions), it’s all I ever feel and have felt; hate. It’s easier to hate then to love, because everyone I love leaves. Everyone that I love turns their back on me. So yeah, I have trust issues and I’m insecure and it doesn’t help that I have paranoia. It really is a mix for a headache. It’s going to be like this for a while, perhaps until I die. I still have trust issues with my mother - so you can see to the extent of my problem.
I don’t like living for the future, or the past, because I’m trying to rid myself of the latter to help with the former and that depends on what happens now. You’re now. You’ve stayed with me longer than anyone. I want you to stay even longer.
Stay with me.
"However Maiden has made three good songs, that’s two more than Motorhead."
I just read the above statement, which was part of a larger quote that was submitted by someone (that I obviously don’t know) on the large world of Tumblr. Even though I understand and because I understand music and people, I tend to respect their opinion. Unfortunately, for these people, I also happen to be superior than everyone, so, my opinion IS right. Your opinion is wrong (I also contradict myself, but guess what, I’m still right). You have lost my respect little-man and I hope life’s dick enters your mouth at the same speed as a red car and we all know red cars go really, really fast.
I guess this affected me because I’m a fan of both bands, this sort of shit spurted out by obviously a dick-munching anus-dweller is the reason many people fight with one another at gigs, concerts, and anywhere instead of uniting. Yeah, I’m sort of doing the same here by picking on this guy’s music taste (or lack thereof), but please, I’m a superior - but that’s all I’ll do, I’ll vent my anger in the form of a poorly written rant, post it, get no attention and be done. I’m sure if I went to this guy and said, I don’t like (insert his favourite band), he would continue to pick on all the bands I like, diss me then try to convince me otherwise.
This comment also affected me because Iron Maiden happen to be a band I adore, love and have a strong passion towards. I tend to not have favourite bands, I’m not really like that, I have phases, but that’s it. I listen to Iron Maiden every single day, sometimes up to fourteen hours without breaks… they’re music is amazing and guess what? I love ALL their songs, ALL their albums and ALL their everything. For me, a band isn’t just about the instruments, the particular sounds, it’s also about the inspiration, the energy I receive, and the beauty. Another negative comment was made towards them, so I made a positive one.
I just really love Iron Maiden.
This photo is of my friend [Savannah] and I after our exploration-adventure, you’ll see here me collecting copious amounts of fire wood.
Photo source: Emma Gardian (awesome woman who brought her awesome camera along, she has a Facebook, check her out). [www.facebook.com/emmagardian] A ‘like’ isn’t going to hurt.
Over the past three days, there was a large proportion of time where I was located in the midst of a bush, in the popular camping destination Nerriga. During this time, it gave me a lot of time to think about nothing, but it also taught me valuable lessons. These lessons weren’t all taught through mistakes, because for me, I enjoy every minute of camping regardless of if bad shit did happen.
Rule 1 (probably the most important): Plan your drinking times! Don’t start drinking whiskey at 8:30 in the morning and expect to last way on through the night. I done this and all though there was no regret, I was in a pretty bad shape come 8:30 in the night. If I had waited until, at least, noon. I would have lasted much longer. This drinking decision caused an early night, but don’t worry, my friends happen to be very loud drinkers and I didn’t miss out on ANY conversation.
Rule 2: Don’t listen to your delusions when you’ve been drinking! If you’re unfit, drunk and just plain clumsy, going on an adventure with your best friend and your boyfriend who also happens to be on the verge of drunk and has too much sugar in his system isn’t the best idea. Being led through the Australian wilderness by a guy who doesn’t know where he is going and basing his information source off walking the same way a year earlier is all ready a bad start, my best friend and I crossed rivers, braved canyons and exhausted ourselves and we hadn’t even been gone for no more than ten minutes. In the end, I love exploring, would do it again, but probably do up my shoelaces.
Rule 3: Fire is hot! Coincidentally, so are the things surrounding it because as we know children, heat is like the Joseph Fritzel of chemistry in that he rapes everything. I learnt this when I moved an empty Jack Daniel’s glass bottle on top of the fire because (being a few centimetres away was too far). My two blistered fingers are an ongoing reminder that, one; I shouldn’t drink and two; things near fires are hot.
I don’t really have any more rules protruding through my mind-grapes at this very instance, so I’ll leave it be at three. In the best of times, those are three very important rules. Get them tattooed on your forearm in a bold font. Write them on your tent. Scratch them on your friend’s back.
Those who think manic depression is a “celebrity disorder” made up by tabloid cuties to excuse their excesses, addictions and descents into bad behaviour, should look at mental health’s most serious victims: the marginalised, the poor, the ethnically isolated, the lonely. They have no voice, save the jeers of stone and insult throwing louts, it is they who form the silent majority of sufferers.
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Perhaps, I will… maybe.
hen a man can stand in front of the entire world’s population and give orders to a thousand men, encourage and excite them for death then turn around and look at his lady and with the same enthusiasm say, “I love you.” Then that is when a man is truly a man.
I was looking up a lot of actors and how much they differ from their characters in Game of Thrones, but I am sad to admit that Jon Snow [Kit Harington] still looks terribly depressed off-screen. I assumed it was his character, no, look at him. Look at pictures of him. His face is naturally moulded in a constant frown.
He’s like a puppy.