Having another one of those nights. The ask box is open.
I’m generally a fair-to-middling boyfriend (my aggressive narcissism, contempt for forming shared interests, drug habits and wildly oscillating zero to sixty sex drive probably contribute to that) but I’m an excellent ex-boyfriend if you need someone who’s a decent pal, intensely loyal, up for the occasionally friendly bang, and will come rescue you from that shitty bar where the creepy redditbros are all hanging out.
Can confirm: All very true. One of the wonderful/most puzzling things about The Monster.
Honestly, guys — it seems like everything in this life is done through connections. It’s not about going through official channels or being qualified, it’s about knowing the right guy, or the wrong guy, or just enough people. It’s all hip-pocket mob deals in the end. Really, some days, I wonder if the world itself isn’t run by three guys having a long lunch.
I see that there will be no end to imperfection, or to doing things the wrong way. Even if you grow up, no matter how hard you scrub, whatever you do, there will always be some other stain or spot on your face or stupid act, somebody frowning. — Margaret Atwood, Cat’s Eye
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Story of my life sometimes
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I don’t want to see anyone. I lie in the bedroom with the curtains drawn and nothingness washing over me like a sluggish wave. Whatever is happening to me is my own fault. I have done something wrong, something so huge I can’t even see it, something that’s drowning me. I am inadequate and stupid, without worth. I might as well be dead. — Margaret Atwood, Cat’s Eye
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Been waiting a long while on the perfect opportunity for this one.