I got me a girlfriend.
Damn, she is beautiful.
But so fucking annoying.
It’ll be one month this Friday, so I got her some Lindt, like the romantic bastard I try to be.
Tell her, as she was considering not coming over this Friday (her being not so romantic, or trying)
'I don't eat chocolates.'
Well I’m sorry for trying.
I love the girl dearly, but that stung.
Her Dad’s great. He told Colombian mafia members to fuck off - and came out of it alive.
Her Mum is also great, really motivational and basically doesn’t put up with half the shit my parents say, like
'You're thinking with your cock.'
despite having come out as asexual.
Her family are great…plus her brother looks like Benedict Cumberbatch and She looks like Miranda Otto. It’s great.
See you soon, motherlovers.
Jack was employed into service for the East India Trading Company and was given command of the Wicked Wench. However, after he set free a cargo of slaves, his employer, Cutler Beckett, had Jack branded as a pirate and the Wench set aflame and sunk. After failing to rescue the Wench, Sparrow struck a bargain with the ghostly captain of the Flying Dutchman, Davy Jones, to resurrect his beloved vessel. Jones returned the ship to Jack in near perfect condition except for the permanently charred hull. This prompted Jack to rename her the Black Pearl.
Jack Sparrow just got way cooler.
Yo, this is why Norrington said he’s the “worst pirate I’ve ever heard of,” and then Jack followed it up with, “But you have heard of me.”
Because Jack was branded a Pirate because he freed people rather than stealing anything. So Norrington, with his sense of duty, knows that Jack has been branded a criminal for actively not being a terrible human being. Norrington is torn between his duty as a naval officer and knowing that Jack is right.
I’ve wondered about this scene for absolutely ages. I could never find anything that explained the connection between Beckett and Jack, but now I get it. Wow! Captain Jack Sparrow just got a whole lot better.
I hate to be a dick, but ‘consumate’ is actually spelled ‘consummate’.
I lie, I fucking love being a dick.
This is funnier than it should be.
Today’s just another big batch of fuck you.
Someone I’ve been confiding in for a while has been telling others my thoughts, not consentedly, either, which fucked up everything.
So, I’m going to go and cry while masturbating now.
Fuck the entire world. I’ve lost the ability to rant too now. I’m just so fucking depressed.
Listening to Elgar doesn’t help.
Bye for now.
PLEASE POST: Missing girl from Charlotte, NC. You may not be in the area, but you might have followers who are or who know others.
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Well, I went to the doctor’s the other day.
I have some sort of liver failure that means I can’t drink as much as most other people (for fear of death) and too much paracetamol might be a bad thing.
Even better, I’m now being referred to a specialist due to my super-depression.
Not even kidding, they called it super-depression.
You see, I am depressed. And then my liver fucked up in such a way that it secretes too much of a chemical that makes me depressed.
And now I know I’ve got that fucked up liver, I have super-duper depression.
I made that term up, can you tell?
Could be worse.
Could have super-duper cancer.
That means hyper AIDS.
There is one plus though.
'Why weren't you in your lesson?'
'I have liver failure.'
'Oh. I'm sorry.'
Jew - over and out.
Whoever compiled this is a beautiful human being. <3
I’m so happy someone finally did this.
holy shit the number for canada is near where i live
I don’t care what kind of blog you have, you better reblog this.
2nd time reblogging this. you better reblog this.
I decided to see how much I could annoy her, because quite frankly, this was fun.
'How are you? :)'
'Does that mean we get to fantastically fuck?'
8 minutes later.
'Took your time deciding that.'
'You're not the only person I'm talking to.'
'Shit, I'm not the centre of everyone's attention?'
'Sorry to burst your enormous bubble of self-love but no.'
To be honest though, self-love is probably my best defense. Now that the secret of my being depressed for the past 2 years is out, I can be as miserable as I want.
But I draw the line at self-harm/suicide.
'I've actually had self-hating thoughts for the past 2 years or so. I find the best way to deal with intense depression is denial and pretending it's not there.'
'Now who's self-pitying?'
'Not pity. Hate. If you wanted to ask 'Now who's self-hating?', I would answer, me!'
No reply for about 10 minutes.
I am tired. I must sleep. Bye.’
Maybe I’ll continue this if she does tomorrow.
In all seriousness though, I can’t be arsed with putting up with insufferable shits like this half the time.
And that’s the reason why I fucking unfriended you.
He wrote more about the truth.
'Yes, but do you know if that's the truth? but is that your truth, the only truth is the truth yet there is more truths, how can there be many but only one? Truth is the truth, but is it the truth, because of truth there truths to be told what about truths inside truths. Is this the true truths out there? Is the truth only the truth by law of truth, or is truth, only the truth if truth and truth and added? Is truth alive? Does it wish the truth or does truth wish more truths?'
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