So, while I was off in Japan having a lovely old time of it and checking in on Twitter back at the hotel (free wifi – so all the social media happened after being out all day or for brief stop overs before heading out again), I saw a news article RT’d about the rate of women who change their name after marriage with a comment stating that it was simply down to “internal misogyny”.
Ummm… I’m sorry but what did you just say?
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Forever is a lie, the human condition only in place for a specified time period. Forever continues; lives and hearts do not.
At a point in time and space, it feels as though it will last for all eternity. The rose-coloured dream of its expanse makes it inconceivable that there was any other way of existing before this. This fleeting emotion that burns so high and bright, like starlight sweetly blazing inside your ribs radiating out little jolts of dopamine and madness in measured doses keeping your addiction going. Yes, it tells you, it can always be this way and you believe it given the crash hasn’t come yet and feels like it’s inevitability is a lie.
Unimaginable, then, that the object of your affection and desire could feel any less than the way you do, right here in this moment. The forever you believe in reflected back at you in them until the colour fades from their eyes, the light in their smile dims and bitter coarse words battering your ears like physical blows. The ones you can’t, won’t, don’t want to comprehend slowly sink like lead into the poisoned pit of your stomach.
Your forever comes crashing down around your feet as your heart sinks into and succumbs to the bitter poison, drowning. It’s only then, when the illusion shatters and crumbles and the colours bleed out of everything that you understand.
Forever is a lie.
Fleeting, certainly. The promise of eternity can never and will never be truly retained in our hearts. Hearts that will eventually fade to black and sink into a silent, loveless nothingness.
Please be aware that this post is GOING TO CONTAIN ALL OF THE SPOILERS for THE SCARLET GOSPELS. If you haven’t read it and are intending to (or are currently reading it), then be forewarned. DO NOT PROCEED.
I am very heavily disappointed. The reasons for this are under the cut…
Hey, welcome to yet another rant! YEY!
Most of you probably aren’t aware of the Logomisia (dislike of certain words) I suffer from… it’s a legit thing – read a book or google that shit up. And I seem to be hit with it most when I’m reading through food magazines and things. THE SQUICK IS SO REAL. My husband thinks it’s hilarious and “weird” because he’s never heard of it. I’m sure most people who share my word-and-sound-aversiony ways cop this kind of bullshit day in and out. YAY?
Anyway, if you’re squeamish about certain words (MOIST!!! YUCK!!!) as I am, you might want to tread carefully after the cut…
Now that I have your unwavering attention…
You should note that this picture is not at all relevant to this rant. I just fucking love Spongebob.
No time like the present to get shit crackalatin’ right?
Let’s motherfucking do this!
Follow me down the ranty mcrantypants rabbit hole… if you please…
Hello, welcome – again!
So, I keep opening and deleting blogs like no-ones business. Such is the nature of my blogs these days. I love it until I hate it until I decide that I like it again. Such a tumultuous relationship.
Anywho, this is just a quick introductory post that I feel necessary to kick off with. Aside from the usual “About” jazz (why does it always feel like a job interview? heh) this will be some random drivel about nothing. Apparently, this is something I’m quite adept at. Banging on about nowt.
Continue reading Be Forewarned… (urgh, boring but necessary)
RantyPants! 