linglingg-blog1

[linglingg-blog1]

stop hurting yourself

[linglingg-blog1]

Dear Person,

You really don’t know how to be a boyfriend, or maybe it’s just me. I’ve been in so many relationships in such a long period of time that I’ve learned enough or just gained my own opinions.

Moving on from my ex to you, I don’t do the same “special” things because they are no longer “special.” The reason why I am dating you is because we had our own special things that I’ve come to love. The reason why I dated my ex because the special things we did made it worth it to date him. Doing the same things I did with him with you would just make you a replacement. I do need a replacement, I need you - the new, the better. Also, I don’t know about you, but in general, I prefer the original than a replacement. So if I wanted a replacement, then that just means there is some longing or desiderium.

I don’t go to the same places we went for dinner, unless it’s a normal, “upscale” chain-restaurant, like PF Chang’s, Texas de Brazil, Brimstone, etc. Besides the chain restaurants, I’ve been to those places and shared a special time finding out about this restaurant with someone else. I want to find new special places with you. I don’t want to sit in a seat and remember what it was like the last time I was there, especially who I was with.

But that’s just me.

Sincerely, Ling Ling

[linglingg-blog1]

[linglingg-blog1]

Dillon Samuelson | Tumblr

[linglingg-blog1]

🔥🔥🔥

[linglingg-blog1]

Twenty weeks old Gray wolf pups (Canis lupus) from the Sawtooth pack

Pictures by Jim and Jamie Dutcher

[linglingg-blog1]

[linglingg-blog1]

[linglingg-blog1]

Elephants show up where they don't belong and they try to stay forever and they ask us not to say a word.

If You Feel Too Much, Jamie Tworkowski

[linglingg-blog1]

Take a broken girl, treat her like a famous princess, give her the best seats in the house. Buy her coffee and cigarettes for the coming down, books and bathroom things for the days ahead. Tell her God loves her. Tell her about forgiveness, the possibility of freedom; tell her she was made to dance in white dresses. All those things are true.

If You Feel Too Much, Jamie Tworkowski

[linglingg-blog1]

[linglingg-blog1]

seeping

It’s like an emptiness in my heart; a gaping hole that needs to be filled. It’s bottomless. 

It’s not sadness I feel, but it’s not happiness that I feel either. 

It’s not loneliness, more so worthlessness and uselessness. 

It’s annoying. Fill this void. Alcohol. Drugs. Lust. Something, please.

I want to feel something, but I don’t feel nothing at all.

It’s lost. But not really lost. It’s a state of numbness and limbo. It’s a comatose.

Go through life like another zombie in the world. No time to think. No time to feel. “What’s the point?” I begin to think. Is any of this worth it?

I just don’t care feel, but I want to.

I want to feel human. I want to feel like I belong. I want a heart.

It’s soullessness and purposelessness..

It’s being a waste of space.

It’s blood seeping, slowly dying, slowly becoming empty.

[linglingg-blog1]

Dear Person,

What is wrong with you? You're a terrible person. I hate you. How could someone like you ever exist? You're useless and insignificant. You're heartless. Are you even human? 

What kind of "friend" leaves just like that? Friends stay by each other's side. They don't just simply cut off each other for no reason. You're tired? Maybe they're tired of you. Maybe they deserve a better friend. Any friend would be better than you. How can you expect your friends to be there for you, if you cannot be there for them? You’re in capable of sympathizing and empathizing. It’s pathetic. You’re so stubborn.

You're a demon. The things you say sometimes can make a person want to kill themselves. You're gross. Do you hear yourself? Stop it. Shut it. The things people tell you are said in full trust... and you use it against them? What the hell is your problem? Anything but that. You don't use a secret or someone's weakness against them. Just cut off your tongue already. Just disappear. Nobody needs you. 

You want attention. Those scars on your body? You're a fucking idiot. It's stupid cry for attention. Suck it up. Everyone goes through hardship and obstacles. So grow up. You're "problems" are speed bumps compared to the mountains your friends endure. You're such a child. Life's hard. Deal with it. 

You're a terrible girlfriend. How could anyone ever want you? How could anyone ever love you? I'm surprised you even experienced love. Hah. That's funny. Extremely actually. How could anyone ever want to put up with your shit. You're a manipulator. You're inconsiderate. Everything always has to go your way. You never negotiate or meet halfway. You're a dictator. You're TOXIC.

I wish I could understand you. I wish you could explain yourself better. I wish life was easier for you. I wish your mind was better. I wish you could just be normal. What is normal, though? 

I wish you could see the beauty in yourself. You’re mind is so fragile. You heart is so fearful.

You can’t and won’t trust anyone. I pity you. You push anyone who gets close to you, and you’re harder to those that are the closest. You distrust the closest ones to you. You cut off the closest ones to you. It doesn’t make sense.

One day you’re going to hurt the one(s) that never deserved it and who would never do anything to hurt you . You’re going to regret it. 

So stop it and open your eyes, you fucking Asian.

Sincerely, Ling Ling

[linglingg-blog1]

[linglingg-blog1]

It looked better when there was food.

Las Vacas Gordas with my love.

[linglingg-blog1]

#relatable

Found somewhere on the internet

[linglingg-blog1]