Sade Andria Zabala's Blog, page 491
August 10, 2015
Here in Denmark the Danish word for “speed” is “fart” and I think that’s beautiful.
It is imperative we have a good relationship with ourselves as our lives are basically one long...
August 6, 2015
surfandwrite:
There, fixed it.***Mini rant: STOP DELETING MY...
There, fixed it.
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Mini rant: STOP DELETING MY NAME FROM MY QUOTE POSTS. Otherwise, write your own fucking poems. Due to a fucking asshole reblogging this on tumblr that I won’t bother to tag, this went viral without my name/proper credit because they deleted my name from the source caption. Now this is the fucking result. I am seeing this quote all over Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram being misattributed as anonymous or by WordPorn. I am quite upset about it.
So please, help g...
August 5, 2015
I have been (and am) struggling not to drown in depression.
August 1, 2015
surfandwrite:
When someone hurts me by accident, my first...
When someone hurts me by accident, my first instinct is to hit them back.
Like once when my best friend gripped my hand too tight, I elbowed her in the ribs, or another time when a friend nudged me a little too hard, I smacked the back of his head.
I do not fully comprehend this defense mechanism of attack. This knee-jerk reaction of open claws and closed fists against people innocently extending human interaction.
You do not get to touch me in the way I do not want to be touche...
July 31, 2015
I still don’t know how not to ruin myself. Majority of my...
I still don’t know how not to ruin myself. Majority of my conscious life destruction is all I’ve known. Loss is arguably the closest thing to feeling I have felt. The only skill I am truly good at is inventing delusions I am in control. That I am an expert at rectifying the sins of humanity passed down from generations such when Eve was born of Adam’s rib.
Honestly? Fixing myself is an addiction. An excuse to feel nice. An explanation to justify another empty bottle, lighted joint, vacated bed...
When someone hurts me by accident, my first instinct is to hit...
When someone hurts me by accident, my first instinct is to hit them back.
Like once when my best friend gripped my hand too tight, I elbowed her in the ribs, or another time when a friend nudged me a little too hard, I smacked the back of his head.
I do not fully comprehend this defense mechanism of attack. This knee-jerk reaction of open claws and closed fists against people innocently extending human interaction.
You do not get to touch me in the way I do not want to be touched, but still I...
July 30, 2015
Meet my cats - fat cat and cow cat. I have like 9 more.I am the...
bae
model
oh hai internets, yes this is fat cat
you NEED to stop letting her use your credit card everytime she want tuna. you gotta let her go, man.
Meet my cats - fat cat and cow cat. I have like 9 more.
I am the cat whisperer. A celebrity amongst cats.
