Posts Tagged ‘hormonal


I’m in love with the tendency of hurting my fingers by writing your name on dilapidated bricks. Such a beauty springs from some letters, I ain’t sure how. I know you’ll eventually be forgotten, because I’m just a human–a snob and got easily pleased by it. But I’d love to spend some days turning into fragments; I’m ready to hurt the wall, carve your name and let the painful joy spurt.

Yes, I fancy you mad, but the Mad knows nothing. Even the glint of your eyes remains a myth I’d like to believe because your presence still feels as real as a bite of reality, yet a true-life wonder I couldn’t ever greet. But I’m in love. Or simply being high. So be it.
I’ll enjoy myself before my fear floods back.
I’d trade my sad sanity for a crack.

This seems like an endless repertoire of shlocky words and foul ardor but I want some more. The drug is enough to get it all going and I just found another brick wall…

Posted by Wordmobi


I'm PMS Monster. I eat people.

Like, hi, I’m convivial and superawesome but since I’m on my period which is conceiveable to cause dysmenorrhea, crying spells and depression, I CAN beat every man jack up and it really DOES make sense. Like, I have this uterine lining thing crumbling over my vajayjay followed by cramps and I smell like Edward Cullen’s craw, apparently I HAVE the right to complain and tick people off because I feel superuncomfortable. It’s hormonal thing. It’s inexorable. It’s bound to happen. It’sexcusable. Like, TOTALLY. People have to appreciate this, you know, my gender with all its being. Like, who do you think you are against nature, Sarah Palin? So, you see, I believe this murder was caused by my hormonal thing, I SUE for understanding and–

Okay let me stop myself here and I’ll make it clear.


Because I experience premenstrual discomfort each month as well, and I TRIED to control myself.
Fuck. You.