Maybe I’m not the guy who sets you straight. I hope he arrives soon though, because the suspense is literally killing me.
Shit nobody wants to hear:
"So, I realize now that I’m attractive, and I love myself. I feel great in my own skin and I feel like nothing should stop me now! :D"
Shit that people respond to positively:
"I’m such a fat loser. I never get dates because people are so shallow and cruel. I think about killing myself all the time, but instead I just cry in my bloody bath water."
I like woman of all shapes and sizes. I like skinny, “10 more pounds”, perfect, curvy, voluptuous, and sometimes thick. Everyone in the world looks for a guy like me, yet the one person who really matters to me thinks I’m a liar. Simply because she’s got small boobs, big thighs, wide hips and a gorgeous large butt, and there’s no way in hell a guy who looks like me would settle for that, apparently.
I mean… I even married her. What else do I have to prove!?
I put it in my back pocket upside down, and dropped half of it on the wet pavement. It’s raining.
This tore the lid halfway off the box.
I accidentally stepped on it with my WHOLE BOOT. twice..
I left an unlit cigarette over my ear and dropped it in the toilet water.
I hadn’t pissed yet, so I’m waiting for that one to dry.
My life seems certainly interesting after typing it on Tumblr.
Don’t learn to play guitar for recognition… nobody actually cares. Good or not, it’s not going to make you respected, noticed, or favored. So reevaluate what your dreams really are, because happiness barely describes what I get out of being GOOD at music.
I guess it’s okay I puked the day away. I guess it’s better you trapped yourself in your own way. But if you want me back, you’re gonna have to ask nicer than that.
Just because I reblogged a nude photo, doesn’t mean that I jerked off to it.
Just because I went to a pretty girl’s tumblr and reblogged half her archive doesn’t mean that I’m stalking her.
Just because I look at porn, doesn’t mean I’m not looking for likenesses of you in cyberspace.
Just because she’s thin, “perfect”, or unlike you, doesn’t make every compliment I’ve given you erases from time.
And yes, I reblog gorgeous men, as well.
I love you, but I’m on tumblr right now, and It makes me happy too.
I’m really getting tired of people around here biting off my style. Before I came here, nobody knew how to look good.
All of a sudden everyone has a mid and tight, a comb over, and pomade. Just a couple weeks ago I bought a set of blue suspenders and posted a photo on Instagram. Now Kyle Harvey has blue suspenders as of last night. In fact, his entire band bit off of me.
I remember when they all looked like scene kids at the first show I saw of Forever And Never. Tyler came up to me and just couldn’t stop talking about my outfit. Then the next time I saw him, he had pomade in his hair, a black peacoat and a button down shirt. He looked so good that girls stood in line to get a picture with him!
Now my friend Will is going around telling people that he wants to be a barber. Um… that was MY idea. That’s MY dream, and you’re pretending you came up with it yourself. You have no talent, go home.
I feel great about the fact that for the first time in almost a year, I’ve progressed as a guitar player. I’m finally learning to use proper economy picking techniques instead of just doing legato all the time. Granted, I was able to do it before, but not for fast runs and scales. So now begins the long process of refiguring the legato parts in all of my songs so that everything is current, and everything is a challenge again.
I was seriously worried that I’d peaked and would never get any better. Boy, was I wrong. :)
When girls consider a sexual advance as coming on too strong, but telling me they want to date me after 48 hours somehow isn’t.
So, funny story. I was talking to my ex wife on the phone tonight, and she mentioned this one time she and my (now) ex girlfriend (hadn’t dated yet) were talking about me. Apparently my ex gf said something like, “I notice Kevin checks out guys a lot. Has he always been like that?”, and my ex wife (wife at the time) said, “Yep. He always has, but I’m okay with that— I know he loves me.”
So um. I hate it when girls get cocky after I give them my attention. It’s like, “I was going to take this further, but nevermind… I’ve clearly overvalidated you and it seems there’s no more work to be done here. I mean that’s cool.”
Note to self: Tainted love can’t succeed. Abandon ship and move on, because it’ll never be the same again.
No matter how bittersweet, some people just don’t need to be together.
I feel like I just lost my best friend over a relationship that did nothing but force me to lose my youthful romanticism, and overall trust in women.
She wanted to be my first of many things, and she got just that, but the bad firsts outweigh the good.
First girl to lie to me, first to cheat, first to break her promises, first to take advantage of me, first girl I ever feared I might hurt someday, and the first girl to make me feel physically and sexually inadequate.
The good? There was a time where I adored her, and considered her ‘the one’, I now feel closer to realizing exactly what kind of girl I want to marry one day, and could love for the rest of my life. That girl is basically her, but without all the doubt, attitude, bitterness, and reckless behavior. I was so close, too. If only she would have known a good thing while she had it —while I still had the patience to wait for her to grow up.