prod, deep

Worst sleep I can remember. My entire mind was an oversized, illustrator file. I was a mess of paths with rough edges and countless anchor points, trapped and struggling. Went to bed at four, woke up four times feeling emotionally distressed and physically tangled. Waking up at eight, to live through a really bad day. Really, bad day. To top it off, my throat has been stinging for days. Oh to be an ignorant child of two again, when the world was perfect in these eyes.

YES IM BEING IMMATURE WITH THIS BUT I STILL THINK MINE IS NICER, HUH!

Sometimes it really annoys me that this tumblr theme shows everything in lower case letters. 

Its my blog and Ill rant if I want to, rant if I want to, rant if I want to.

Girls, 

If any guy who is leaving asks you to wait for him for four years after youve just met him for two hours, dont freaking do it. And if you sleep with him after seeing him four years later after having absolutely no contact, and tell him you love him, you have some serious, serious issues. 

For goodness sake they got married after knowing each other properly for technically TWO days. Not to mention it had been sixteen freaking years without the smallest bit of contact and neither of them moved on from this stranger at a cafe.What!?!??!?!?!! Six. teen. years.
Oh gosh they are so pathetic. Yes there was that cliche ‘oh we had a connection’ and ‘you were everything that I wanted’ thing going on like how every other movie has, lovelovelove waitwaitwait. So even though we’ve talked for less than ten hours in total, lets get married!
For all you know he has really smelly socks and she has ocd so she can’t live with that and they end up divorced, boohoo. 

So the inner feminist in me seems to be exploding outwards tonight, let these few paragraphs just wash over you if you actually read through this whole piece of angst. Ill probably feel bad and guilty tomorrow about hating something this much, so I figured Id embrace it while I can. 

Stupid, stupid movie.