Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Boys or men, it's the same ball to cock ratio when you're a 22 yo girl.

There are beautiful people out there, that are going to treat.you. Like. SHIIIIT. They are reeling you in, with their tentacles of flawless skin and supposed infatuation with everything you do. They are going to ravish the fuck out of your private, and then leave.  Not necessarily YOU, but they are most definitely going to check back into their regular routine that you don't fit in, and are too scared to push yourself into.

They are going to ruin the black keys for you, because yea, good choice of fucking music nik.

They are going to ruin your sheets, and give you things, trinkets and scarves, that you haaave to break, because every molecule contains a little piece of them.  

They are going to disappoint you, the hope of them you hold in your heart is going to disappoint you, and eventually, the memories of the great times you shared are going to disappoint you, because they have turned lackluster with time.  

They are going to text you, expecting sex.

AND THEN when you believe in your heart of hearts that you are ready to pull down the shades, light a fucking candle, and get fucking jiggy with yourself, pumping Sigur, loving yourself the way you want to be loved..... It's over.

They disappear, all of them. All of those PEOPLE.  And you can breathe again, you are no longer a ghost, another shade of fucking grey in this insipid rainforest.