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Blame it on the weatherman.

Freaking ulcers. Sleep with your mouth closed, it hurts. Sleep with your mouth opened, it hurts. I should either not sleep or not have a mouth. One of the times where being a Hello Kitty is actually a good thing. Fuck.

The first day just after a break up is hard. Waking up is hard. The first thing your mind does is remind you what happened just before you went to sleep, only to continue the heart break. EVERY ONE has been through this. Yet, we still cry and wonder why the heart wrenches and aches in this unbearable way. No amount of experience can ever prepare you for this. When you become heartbroken, it feels like the first time, every time.

And it’s pouring outside in the middle of the night, but we’re warm under the sheets.

And it’s pouring outside in the middle of the night, but we’re warm under the sheets.

(Source: livinglaughinglovingg, via lost-lover5586)

Take me back to the ’90s. A time where MTV played good music and when I was younger, and didn’t have to deal with this recurring shit.

“I’m an emotional person—I feel things, and I need to be able to get upset and to talk about how I’m feeling. I mean, that’s just.. that’s who I am, and I can’t change it. I don’t want to.” —Felicity (via wrists)

(via quote-book)

“This is a good sign, having a broken heart. It means we have tried for something.” —Elizabeth Gilbert (via kari-shma)

(via quote-book)

“I’ve been with people and shared beautiful moments like traveling or staying up all night and watching the sunrise. And I knew those were special moments. But something was always wrong. I wished I’d been with someone else.”Before Sunrise (1995), Richard Linklater (via imfantasyparade)

(Source: quote-book)

Pan Island


(Taken with http://cinemagr.am)

Escape Rope

In our eastern culture, mixed with religion, we are advised to forgive whatever wrong a deceased has done to us in their lifetime, so that all ‘arrears’ are ‘written off’ as closure.

But some people seem to be taking advantage of that belief. They scam, lie and cheat. EVEN TO THEIR OWN FAMILY. And they keep at it for the rest of their lives, to the point their reputation is synonymous to those verbs. They show no signs of stopping or quitting their bad habits.

Then when they die, the living have to bitterly accept the fact that these scumbags got away with it. These scumbag liars take advantage of this.

This belief of our culture is an excuse for the irresponsible to live irresponsibly, and get away scot-free.

Do not forget.

To those falling in love:

Don’t ever forget that fleeting moment when you first hold hands. Savour and remember the jokes and laughter you made during the time you always seem to never have enough of each other. Always remind yourself that there was a time when going back home was the saddest part of your day and how you wished there was more than 8,760 hours in a day. Don’t forget that you are actually capable of being gentle, respectful and supportive of each other; because that was how it started out. Constantly reminisce about how warm and bright it was every early morning you wake up to go see each other.

Do not let all the memory of what was be just a memory. Always let it serve as a yardstick to strive for. Because ‘what was’ is also possible of becoming ‘what will always be’. Do not let time age your feelings nor should you let the feelings grow cold since time does not turn back, and turning back from being old or being cold will seem impossible to do.

This is a eulogy for what was.

“We’ve learned to call queens outside of their real titles. Girls became ‘Jawns’, ‘Jawns’ became ‘bitches’, and bitches ain’t shit but hoes and tricks. Whose trick was that? Is it a coincidence that the Virgin Mary and Mary Magdalene share the same name, but not the same crown? These girls have no crown. Just scalp-pats and ass-taps. They say “Hit it from the back”. Well, I couldn’t look a Queen in the eye either. So we’ll just pretend they’re all animals or objects. Because devotion is harder than disconnection. Someone disconnect the throne from the seat of their elastic denim. Beat them till they bounce back like rubber-banded bimbos. Tell them bend over. Can you wave hello to hell? Can you smell the burning embers? Does it smell like sulphur? Does it smell like dirty twat? You know, dirty twats get swatted into filthy gutters. We’ve got to get our minds out the gutter. Gotta get these hoes off the track. Gotta get this glue out this trap. Those sticky, Nicki Minaj impersonators, those self-proclaimed “Bad bitches”, “Hood Bitches”, “Five-star Bitches”. They disrespect the galaxies because heaven has no place for whores. So where will they go? Sexual freedom isn’t acceptable for women. Due to the misogyny massaged into men’s brains. A Queen loses her crown when she loses her virginity. And a Queen becomes a ‘bitch’ when she likes it.” — Kai Davis, A Queen Loses Her Crown When She Loses Her Virginity
rookiemag:

ferris-wheels:

“In an entertainment world where women are disappearing from multiplexes, where men bulk up as superheroes while women don’t eat but sip pink drinks, we need to remember that there was once a very short heroine who hunted monsters and talked about Einstein, who kicked ass and questioned her faith, who went to work with a man she loved but didn’t rip his shirt off over lunch, who didn’t want to believe, but opened herself nonetheless to possibility. We need Scully back, even for a moment.”
Scully have I loved | Rebecca Traister | Salon.Com

LTBTE: Dana Scully.
<3 Anaheed

WORD.

rookiemag:

ferris-wheels:

“In an entertainment world where women are disappearing from multiplexes, where men bulk up as superheroes while women don’t eat but sip pink drinks, we need to remember that there was once a very short heroine who hunted monsters and talked about Einstein, who kicked ass and questioned her faith, who went to work with a man she loved but didn’t rip his shirt off over lunch, who didn’t want to believe, but opened herself nonetheless to possibility. We need Scully back, even for a moment.”

Scully have I loved | Rebecca Traister | Salon.Com

LTBTE: Dana Scully.

<3 Anaheed

WORD.

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eBay can suck my balls

Yeah, it’s a great site for buyers. But it’s a nightmare for sellers.

They ask for verification left and right. Each eBay site will require different things from you. They suspend your account and EXPLICITLY REFUSE to tell you why.

As a seller, you are caught up in all their bureaucratic red tapes of SOPs and requirements, which they don’t seem to uphold well themselves. Their system in place now basically allows buyers to behave badly and sellers can’t do a thing about it, but sellers can get bad feedback for no reason then the seller’s account is suspended because of the negative feedback.

After suspension, they link you to their FAQs and what not and tell you to do this and that on the site to get your account reinstated. BUT THE ACCOUNT IS SUSPENDED! HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU SUPPOSE TO DO ANYTHING ON THE SITE? There you are frantically trying to get hold of someone to assist you and explain to you what the fuck is happening and you keep getting referred to different continents and stuck in between time-zones.

When your account is suspended, they e-mail ALL the sellers you’re in contact with for a purchase and say you are a fraud and not to deal with you. On top of that, they double-dip their dirty fingers in to your sales. No, in fact, they TRIPLE-DIP. They charge (an exorbitant percentage for) listing and final value fees. They also charge you for receiving payment on your PayPal.

Why? Because they fuckin’ own PayPal.

All you buyers out there, there are other e-commerce sites/marketplaces.

Why are you still supporting a greedy money-making scumbag conglomerate?

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