( Millennials, when asked about plans for the future (via alwaysfaithfulterriblelizard)
Because until the baby boomers are dead, there is nothing else to do. Even then, it may come to prying what’s left of society from their cryofrozen fingers.)
Anytime I hear someone call America a Christian nation, I spiral down into a week-long depression.
( Employee )
What an exhausting affair that bitterness is!
I find myself more leeched than the unforgiven monster that I harbor resentment towards.
How it can carry on everyday without remorse about all it did is beyond me.
You ask how I know it has no shame. I simply know because I believe to know such things naturally.
When asked why I am afraid to forgive, I hesitated.
To forgive is to make myself vulnerable once again which is paralyzing given this fiend’s history.
There was a time I claimed to love unconditionally, but such claims have become only lies.
My love now has conditions: that you will not betray me (although truthfully, it has always been this way).
I am bitter to make it seem less than human.
I stripped it of name, gender, and reduced its identity to that of a mindless creature of evil.
Doing so removed the heavy guilt of refusing to forgive a human being as flawed as I am.
Call me a liar for not loving unconditionally as I claimed because that sort of love leaves me permanently vulnerable and I can’t afford that.
( Robert Shmapey, Bitterness, Love, and Why I’m Bankrupt (via cheerlessvoices) )
|damn son you belong on the cover of a romance novel.|
I’m not even at my final form. I still have another android to absorb so I can become perfect.