it’s a good monday
making spicy italian beef
drinking the wine that i’m making the beef with
listening to polyphonic spree
being topless
Everyone gets their punishments and rewards here on earth, and they’re based on the way they treat other people.
Karma is only real in the sense that there are consequences for your actions.
You know fucking someone over could have consequences, and you did it anyways. So now everyone knows…
hell yeah.
lonely toothaches
I have had to sleep on the couch the last three nights to keep my head elevated due to my recent molar extraction. All I can think about is when I’ll be able to lie naked with my man again. Our arms and legs entwined.
Trying to sleep by myself after sleeping next to him for this long means I don’t actually sleep. I lay awake and think of all the times in my life I have felt lonely, and how I still do sometimes.
This Christmas feels lonely already. It’s strange coming from a childhood where I had so much family to be with around Christmas. When you are little, it seems like everyone in your family loves each other, just because you are family. Then you grow up, and family dissolves, people divorce, start dying or simply stop liking each other.
Two Christmases ago 3 people in my family died. This year, Grammy might have cancer. One of my brothers lives close to me, yet I still feel a million miles away from him. Another of my brothers is fuck knows where. Family is his last concern. It’s hard for me, especially being the oldest, to see my very immediate family dissolving.
pearlmother is why i decided to become a tumblr.
what she writes always makes me wish i could be more honest with the people in my life. i guess coming out, so to speak, about who i really am and what i believe is just not comfortable in my closest circle.
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Last night I danced with a penguin, a legoman and a zombie with a traffic cone on her head. Heap in Hangzhou for Halloween. No pics though! Tragedy. I was decidedly under dressed actually (rather unusual for me). I went for a loooooooong walk up a hill or two that day and miscalculated the roundtrip so didn’t get an outfit together in time. A n y w a y… for those of you who are looking for a Ghostbusters alternative (though a song that I nostalgically rather like) and other such traditional Halloween hits… perhaps a piano version of Thriller a la Heap? x This was recorded live for a BBC radio 2 show a couple of years back.
Imogen Heap on Michael Jackson. <3
