The park bench we re-ignited it all from that one night.

The park bench we re-ignited it all from that one night.

Forgiveness & Retribution

When you know someone so well and you watch them throw everything away it’s hard to let go.

I hate with age and experience I can tell exactly how someone feels, know what’s going through their mind and also what they try to keep from you. Their actual desires and thoughts. Especially if you know the in’s and outs, have known them long enough and shared the same space with a person for so long. 

I find it patronising, still, that my advice or my fears get ridiculed and tossed aside for someones own selfish reasons. The anger and excitment of something new can be a motivator but to what loss. It’s a blind mans ambition and it’s the fact that someone can’t see for themselves, that is the frustrating and hurtful part of it all. Not even supposedly a best friend acknowledging your cries makes you second guess everything you have done.

I believe it’s with these mistakes and the moments someone looks back and realises what they have done that they learn and gain experience for later in life. I’m not going to be around to pick it up for I too will have lost the exact same, even a friendship isn’t enough because if it was me I will have all too willingly accepted my friends advice in a heartbeat when I look back at the destruction I have had caused. There is regret in what I did, but I fought hard to gain back what I loved dearly only for it to crumble before me.

Before I do something stupid I will always ask a friend now, making mistakes and realising it is a worse pain, then not being able to let go of something. 

And when something so strong and meaningful is at risk it’s even harder to not understand how emotions become cold and your cries unheard.

I won’t be around to pick it up because it’s exactly what I feared and have for so long and I’m not strong enough to come back knowing they made that mistake that destroyed what we had.

I can safely say I know this time I am right and there’s nothing anyone can do to take that from me.

/vent

I’m looking forward to the future because it will be a totally new chapter, I’m going to always approach everything I do with my head straight on and my heart doing what it does best.

For now, how I feel will test me, bitterness will pass and karma will do it’s thing, and unfortunately when it does that will be the moment they turn to find nothing.

How to tell the difference between different genres of metal
POWER METAL: The protagonist arrives riding a white unicorn, escapes from the dragon, saves the princess and makes love to her in an enchanted forest.
THRASH METAL: The protagonist arrives, fights the dragon, saves the princess and fucks her.
HEAVY METAL: The protagonist arrives on a Harley, kills the dragon, drinks a few beers and fucks the princess.
FOLK METAL: The protagonist arrives with some friends playing accordions, violins, flutes and many more weird instruments, the dragon falls asleep (because of all the dancing). Then all leave........ without the princess.
VIKING METAL: The protagonist arrives in a ship, kills the dragon with his mighty axe, skins the dragon and eats it, rapes the princess to death, steals her belongings and burns the castle before leaving.
DEATH METAL: The protagonist arrives, kills the dragon, fucks the princess and kills her, then leaves.
BLACK METAL: The protagonist IS the dragon, dwells in the heart of the night with in a castle full of hellhounds and eternal flames. He kills the sassy knight, fucks the noble steed and sacrifices the princess to Satan.
GORE METAL: The protagonist arrives, kills the dragon and spreads his guts in front of the castle, fucks the princess and kills her. Then he fucks the dead body again, slashes her belly and eats her guts. Then he fucks the carcass for the third time, burns the corpse and fucks it for the last time.
DOOM METAL: The protagonist arrives, sees the size of the dragon and thinks he could never beat him, then he gets depressed and commits suicide. The dragon eats his body and the princess as dessert. That's the end of the sad story.
PROGRESSIVE METAL: The protagonist arrives with a guitar and plays a solo of 26 minutes. The dragon kills himself out of boredom. The protagonist arrives to the princess' bedroom, plays another solo with all the techniques and tunes he learned in the last year of the conservatory. The princess escapes looking for the 'HEAVY METAL' protagonist.
GLAM METAL: The protagonist arrives, the dragon laughs at the guy's appearance and lets him enter. He steals the princess' make up and tries to paint the castle in a beautiful pink colour.
NU METAL: The protagonist arrives in a run down Honda Civic and attempts to fight the dragon but he burns to death when his moronic baggy clothes catch fire.

ilessthanthreetea:

spiraldots:

Out of the three main lifts in the library, there’s normally always one that is out of order.

Today, there are two out of order leaving just one main one (and one other one that not everybody knows about/uses).

You’d think it being a brand new building they’d at least have working lifts, I guess not.

Nope, this library has to carry on being the biggest waste of money on the most impractical building that ever existed. I will take the stairs today. 

THINK OF THE GLUTES!!!!!!

I use the staff lift on the left hand side of the lobby. Bliss. All you students cram yourself in there no wonder they don’t work half the time!

What I’m currently playing

(Source: theoatmeal.com)

Re-tard-ed

People that accept anonymous asks, then question why someone asks them something anonymously. Idiots, retards & attention seekers. Sort your lives out.

Why even publicly publish an ask when it makes you look stupid. That’s all I’ve seen today.

Tomorrow I will be having a cooked breakfast & then baking

ilessthanthreetea:

Peanut butter cupcakes

Lemon Drizzle cake

Nutella Cheesecake

Cleaning and washing

Fuck yeah! Housewife material.

Love my girl, she’s pretty cute right now!