I never thought friendship would become an obligation. An obligation that, if not met, would have dire consequences, which include shit talking and some hatin’.
I now make a vow for freedom. It’s my last year, damn it. I’m gonna phase this whole thing out, and get what I want.
Dresden James
When messy no longer equals lovely recklessness, character, or rawness. It equals unattractiveness, dirtiness, ugliness.
You don’t give off that “I don’t care if I’m not all dolled up everyday” vibe. Not even the admirable “I don’t care what people think of my appearance”. Right now you’re saying “I really have no clue” or “Yes, I’m unintelligent and don’t feel like figuring out my life or myself for self improvement”.
Unattractiveness.
Not a superficial unattractiveness, mind you. Not sexual, either. Even a pretty face and a slim body can look this disgusting. In fact, most homeless people don’t look this unpleasant. Cute clothes don’t cover it.
Honey, the ugly parts of your character are showing.
Cover up.
This shall be me sometime soon hopefully… and I’ll fall captive to the spell of Death Valley all over again, with nothing but open space around me, then with mountains and dunes in the distance. I’ll take my little black truck and go.
Oh, and you, you know who you are. You’re coming with me. >=)
(Source: apastiche)
zj3d:
This is one of my favorite pictures. I love how the mixture of the women’s elegance, age, and expression culminates in one word: rebels.
“An intellectual is someone whose mind watches itself.”
Albert Camus
I finished reading The Stranger last night. Highly recommended.
My Papillon, feel love when it’s shown.
Just what exactly kicks like a sleep twitch, Mr. Smith?
