"can men and women really be just friends??" straight people are so weird
It is a fact that bisexuals can’t make friends. There is only prey.
*makes raptor noises*
I think the saddest people always try their hardest to make people happy
because they know what it’s like to feel absolutely worthless
and they don’t want anyone else to feel like that.
Justice League Throne of Atlantis Sneak Peek.
Oh and check it out fast before it gets taken down.
GUYS!!!! I’m soooooo excited for this!!!!
So I have armed my defenses against the world. (Read as: I am well and truly drunk) And I am now prepared to speak my mind! (Read as: I’m getting ready for a drunken rant!) So here goes:
First, information about my situation. I am 43. I have two daughters of whom I am very proud. I have been married for 22 years. I am slightly overweight. And lastly; I have been dealing with depression since the early 80’s. (Read dealing with as: Cheer up! You are in control of your own life! Quit being so down! etc.)
I feel kind of like a new software upgrade. On paper, everything looks fine. Put into real life practice, suddenly the bugs appear. I work every day. (6 to 7 days a week.) I am able to support my family, which is important to me. My children had a better life and more opportunites than I had. My younger daughter has offers from numerous universities, including Yale. My wife is nothing short of amazing. She manages the funds. (Our credit rating is fantastic.) All our bills get paid. We have even managed to provide both of our kids with new cars. (Thanks Hyundai.) (My first car was a 6 year old Pinto.)
What I most wanted from life was a family. I have this. I still feel isolated. My daughters are the only people in the world who have ever called me “cool” and I’m proud of that, but I still feel alone.
I just don’t understand. All I wanted I have, but I am still empty inside. I’m lonely. Through all the good things I smile but deep inside there is a core of emptiness. I know I should be happy, grateful, … something, but it seems distant. I can see the happiness, but it isn’t a part of me.
The only time I feel like I’m even here is when I’m holding someone else. For that brief time I’m whole. I don’t know how to explain it. It is as if I was made incomplete. People say they just want to be themselves, but I don’t like who I am. That person isn’t real. Just a shell fulfilling duties.
My name is Eric. I am on tumblr because I wanted to be closer to my daughter. I have 3 followers. (This is a real surprise!) I have no hope. But the world is getting better. Maybe someday there will be help for empty people like me. Until then, I will post when I can. And maybe someday, someone will see this and care.
Spare a tear for those who are empty. We give all we can. We try to keep going for you. It is all we are. We love the world, but there is nothing left for us.
Oh??? apparently I’m a Narcissist?
Me too, a score of 22, should I be worried?
I got 31 lmao
oh fuck, I got 33
I got 5….
I got a 1. Great. I don’t even like me.
how do you act around people who dont like star trek
Follow the prime directive and don’t interfere with underdeveloped societies
OH MY GOD
Well, that was unexpected.
whAT EVEN IS GOING ON>??
ok I’ve seen this like 8 times on my dash and ignored it but now I finally watched it because I was like “okay this has to be SOMETHING good because everyone I fucking follow is reblogging it”
I was not fucking let down at all.
Just watch it i promise its worth it
OMG! This must be watched!
Everyone who reblogs this will get the title of a book to read based on their bio/posts.
Everyone. I mean it.
THIS IS THE BEST POST
I HAVE EVER SEEN
they really do mean everyone
UPDATE: Yup I got the thing
I want the thing