“Don't cry, I'm sorry to have deceived you so much, but that's how life is.”
written by Lemony Snicket (via zubat)
I’ve got a thousand ugly red lines crisscrossing my brain. Ugly ideas running through my veins like ants, plaster smiles and your voice drips with sticky sweetness like honey. I am mutilated. Absolute cacophony, fake laughter, perfect slaughter.
The sun rose and I cried because it doesn’t fit my mood. The word is grey, and there is a sunset which could make god cry but I feel pointless and used instead. What is it like to be happy? Do you feel happiness with the same intensity and fever as pain?
There is not enough cigarettes in the world to blot out the taste of your lips.
I ended up in a seedy bar with some hell’s angel trying to chat with me casually and he starts talking about Vietnam. So I bring up how my dad was a marine in Vietnam and special forces and stuff, and he says that all those special forces people in Vietnam were all fucked up on drugs and are basically child murderers, blah blah blah. I was getting progressively more and more angry despite the fact that he was a scary biker and I am a little white girl. I told him twice that my dad wasn’t a drug addict (or at least not until he got home, but i wasn’t going to tell this guy.) About the third time he says that all those guys are just murderers and drug addicts, he let it drop that he was a draft dodger and that’s (apparently) the source of his smug superiority. So I look him straight in the eye and say “Draft dodgers are deserters and deserve to be shot”
And that look on his face is the best reaction I have ever seen in my life.