I legitimately do not understand the practice of men shouting and whistling at women when they drive by.

Do you expect us to run after your car screaming, "WAIT, COME BACK, I WANTED TO HAVE SEX WITH YOU!"?

Don't bother commenting on this, Chris, I know your thoughts already!

Three Thoughts for Tuesday

One:

Sometimes life sucks. Sometimes life gets so hard that you don't want to be put through it anymore. Sometimes life is so stressful and all you want to do is cry. But sometimes life is beautiful. Sometimes you just have to stay positive, and push through all of the hard times. Why? Beacuse life is worth it. You are worth it.

Two:

Do you ever get to a part of the book where you get so angry with the main character because he just did something you specifically asked him not to do and now you’re going to have to sit there and watch as he tries to deal with all of the problems that his mistake brought about when, if he had just listened to you in the first place, it would have all been fine?

Three:

You're right. People do lie, and cheat, and stab you in the back. There will be people who use you, and don't love you even though they say they do. But you can't let that stop you from living. Because there are people out there who do love you, and would never hurt you. You have to find those people and keep them in your life forever.

You shouldn't be with someone because you have everything in common with that person. You should be with someone because you two are able to tolerate each other's differences. Having everything in common is for best friends. Opening each other's minds to new worlds is love.

"A marriage ultimatum." Liberty said embarrassedly, knowing in advance how Carter would take it.
Carter raised his dark eyebrows, his eyes flicking over her searching for a sign, he didn't say anything, he just slumped back in his chair, the jacket to his suit falling open slightly, and he drummed his fingers on the table. Liberty thought she should say something else, that she should get up and leave, but when she made a move, he told her not to go in a rather playful voice. She'd found that Carter had pulled her closer to him as she sat back down, she could feel his warm breath on her neck as he casually spoke, not saying anything about what she had just told him, and gently caressing the back of her neck sending her mind into a cloudy mess.
Carter, she knew, was a powerful man, knew he had taken a fancy to her from the offset, knew he wouldn't have been able to refuse the deal she had offered him, although when the words had left her mouth she had had some doubt . His hand dropped to the small of her back caressing it by tracing small circles on her skin with his nimble fingers - why, oh, why, had she chosen to wear a backless dress? Carter felt her shiver ever so slightly, he smiled (more to himself than to her), women who appreciated the pleasures of simple touches were very rare.

Instead of Killing Yourself

wait until

a year from now

where you say,

"Holy fuck,

I can't believe I was going to kill myself before I etcetera'd...

before I went skinning dipping in Tennessee,

made my own IPA,

tried out for a game show,

rode a camel drunk,

skydived alone,

learned the waltz with clumsy old people, 

photographed electric jellyfish,

built a sailboat from trash,

taught someone how to read,

etc. etc. etc."

The red washing

down the bathtub

can't change the colour of the sea

at all.

Going to bury myself beneath the bubbles...

Do you guys ever have sad nights where you just kind of think about sad things and listen to sad music that reminds you of more sad things and nobody really knows how to react because there isn’t a main reason for your sadness and eventually you just give up and go to bed sad?

Or is that just me?