Morrissey Gets a Job, Brian Brooks
You deserve someone who’ll walk 500 miles for you, and 500 more, and for whom you’ll do the same.
You deserve someone who you’ll tell to jump, and who’ll do it whilst wheezing, “How high?” Someone for whom you’ll do the same.
You deserve someone who’ll understand that sometimes you’re not okay and need hugs or silent company, or to talk. Someone you understand too.
You don’t deserve a lukewarm love. You deserve an all-consuming inferno; a love which almost roseates flaws, and one you want to shout from the rooftops. A love that’s equal and feels it too.
Love takes work, has obstacles, and things go wrong. It’s not easy. But is an uncensored love worth it? I’d say so.
Please take one minute out of your day and watch this. It’s the ugly truth.
I hear no lies.
I did not think she would go there but then she did I literally screamed YAAAAAASSSSS BITCH DRAG THEM LIKE YOU’RE TRYNA WALK A CAT
Bitch said the thing 😳🙌
I never wanted to be pretty. Early on I wisely learned that pretty is a thing of artifice and superficiality. Pretty is fleeting and in my head is a clamour of brassy pinks and an overwhelming of flowers.
I never wanted to be beautiful, though perhaps I should have. I have known beautiful people and loved them with all my heart as their lights stream from their eyes and pour from their hearts. To be beautiful kindness, is my experience is key. I have known beautiful people.
I have always wanted to be striking; to seem odd - alien - has always appealed. An aloofness lies there, and a strength. I have always wanted to look slightly strange, that the exterior can match myself. To look in the mirror with unusual structures and angles and be bemused: yes, that is what I have always wanted.
I went slightly insane on a twitter rant earlier. It should be here so it can be more coherent and out of the more unavoidable and public eye. Anything in it is my personal opinion and experience, as I hope I’ve made very clear, and you are free to disagree with me in any way. If you do, please make it known to me, but also do so in a respectful manner as it is a very sensitive subject for reasons I hope are obvious.
If you can be triggered in any way I warn you about this post. It is quite harrowing (I think) and so if you can be triggered by anything mentioned in the tags please do not read it. I don’t want to be responsible for anyone doing badly. In actual fact, I would discourage everyone from reading this post unless they have a particularly overwhelming desire to do so.
I have tried to keep examples from my illness as context for my opinions only, although as I state at the bottom of the post I am more than willing to openly discuss my illness (though, as with everything, it is mired in the complexities of life.)
I am quite petrified of posting this on tumblr. I know I am putting myself at risk from many within the community I would otherwise feel myself shielded from on any other platform. I would ask that any comment come to me, and I will amend things in reblogs to reflect opinion, rather than any kind of arsenic debate proceeding in comments. The subject matter is sensitive, please respect that.
I am a cold-climate Cleopatra and thus you should bring me frozen grapes.
But seriously, I’m fab. Bow down bitches etc.
Walking cute aww #me #life #personal #selfie #girl
I’ve had a lovely day wandering around Glasgow, gave me a wee bit of purpose. Going to start doing it more, too. I also bought myself a wee Clyde because he’s ace. #glasgow #life #personal #commonwealthgames14 #clyde #thistle