inner tide - everything is fiction -

Professional losers are the worst. They invest 100% of their time in losing, and there’s nothing we can do to change their mindset. If you tell them off, they will believe you are into them. But even worse than that, is when you ignore them: they become desperate attention seekers, to the point of going to prison for defamation of character. Either way, in the end, they will always lose. Because that’s what they know the most. They won’t move on. Losers are stuck in their own losing mud. Suck it up. Kudus for me today for sponsoring a loser.

A sniper doesn’t need to learn karate.

When you are being accused of narcissism by someone who creates multiple online accounts to like and reblog their own posts. Priceless.

Shitty people showing interest in me, either positively or negatively, don’t make me feel special. You can take away all your flies and your piles of shit with you: I am not interested.

Just for the record: I am not into men who are into animals and children. Just saying.

The only time I become a needy bitch is when I urgently need you to leave me alone.

You get to a point you are afraid that if you tell them off that will give them some sort of hope.

With his old age, he kisses the wounds from my youth. My youthful smile embraces his distant golden age. His sun made of gold is over my sea made of blue—we become one and only, we become true.

I was playing by ear, he was playing by mouth. What a great pair we were.

Sometimes, you allow certain people in your life. People who are not content enough by killing you, only. They have to break your spirit too—with their broken spirit.

With the magnetic power of his inner moons, he manipulated my inner tides. With the strength of his hands, with his boundless kindness, he eased all the storms in my heart, in my mind.

When someone dies and leaves this world, they become alive on the other side. We are their deceased loved ones too.