Fuck I miss you.
Fuck I miss you.
If you’re a “nice guy” to a girl up until you realize she doesn’t want to date you, then go on about how she’s a cold shrew that friendzoned you and how no girls date nice guys, like, nah mate, girls do date nice guys. You just aren’t a nice guy. You’re a passive aggressive beta with internalized misogyny and a serious victim complex.
this hurt to read
I hate how every things just a game to people. I hate how they judge and how that they have to be better. Then be better, see if i honestly care, i don’t want to be better, you can have the prize, the title, the satisfaction. To be honest i really just don’t give a fuck about if you needed that satisfaction. Go right ahead and have it. I’m trying to live here, top trying to bring me down because to be honest, it’s not going to do shit to me and my life. The whole fact of it just pisses me off.
i love traveling. I love sitting in such a big airport, feeling so little and insignificant to the world around me. I love that feeling in your stomach as you’re sitting at the gate, waiting for your flight, looking out the enormous windows out to your city, with the plane your about to board right in front of you. I love the feeling as the airplane starts to speed up on the run way as you sink in your chair, and how you can feel when it takes off into the air, you’re suddenly not connected to the world. I love the evolution of trust, and how 100 years ago no one would completely trust the flight taking place, only the bravest would take the risk. I love how our knowledge has expanded to this point where i can feel more safe in an airplane with no contact to the world below. I love how just one airplane can take me where ever i want to go in the world, whenever i want. I love the view outside the window as we’re just sweeping over the clouds. The feeling in the air pressure as your eardrums make everything hard to heard. Isolating yourself even more from not only the world below, but the being next to you as well. being able to relax, and just trust the ride ahead. Knowing that in a few hours you’l be where you want to be, and if it weren’t for this plane, it would take days and days to get to where you want to.I love how when you’re in a different country, your cell phone remains off, you have a reason to not respond to any one back at home, you can be left alone for as long as your there. How no one there knows you, and you can be who ever you want to be. Do what ever you want to do, and if your judged it doesn’t even matter because you’ll never see those people again, even if you do, then it’s going to be for a good reason. I want to get away.