father give me the patience not to need to help where i am not needed and father give them the ability not to need to have put my last prayer to the test
you descend form the cooling air condensing into being lending a flattering soft focus reminding me that the background is unimportant scenery turning every journey into a series of surprises making every turn an adventure hugging me damp being all i see
before a full and busy day to find five minutes' peace to pray for strength to face each new morass perform a mental mise-en-place itemise foreseen concerns and prepare for each in tern is never quite enough to get me through it but i'd fare much worse if i didn't do it
gingham and paisley and especially houndstooth believers that dawson's creek's dialogue's profound truth the way i'm allowing myself to stagnate these are a few of my irrational hates
not being warned about triggers or spoilers overproduction that makes music joyless the volume of food diners leave on their plates these are a few of my irrational hates
assumed social skills i have still yet to master playing a fender, especially a stratocaster mediocre or worse things that everyone rates these are a few of my irrational hates
i might be slightly high on the fumes of cleaning products
when even for a moment you're convinced that you see your own breath pouring forth in dayglo streams like the tiny rainbows on pavement oilslicks dancing round the kitchen as it diffuses it may be time for some fresh air
i used to have a plan a four step plan i wrote it down on every surface i could find inscribed on almost everything i owned set out thusly: i) form a band ii) learn a chord iii) write a song iv) change the world i even wrote a song to which these steps repeated mantra-like formed the chorus i believed in the plan the plan was clear and clearly right it set out my path defined my direction and was my justification for every one of my questionable choices
steps one to three are deceptive appearing as they do to be so straightforward but i was never able to perform them to the prerequisite standard to make the fourth possible
you might be staring into her eyes and clutching her hands but you don't seem to have noticed that she's clearly not that into you
clear-glazed raybans unusual piercings immaculate scruffy-blond-hitler hair pinstriped blazer tatty knitwear deep-blue implausibly skinny jeans you probably imagine yourself to be a delightful contradiction but nobody loves a hipster
i made a cat's cradle from an elastic band but too short, stretched too taut it dug into my hands more than string so my fingers began to turn blue til it sprang from my hands and fell onto my shoe
in some ways isn't each of us like a squirrel we hide things without really knowing why we are essentially vermin only sightly cuter we are always grateful when a stranger feeds us crisps we can be surprisingly vicious very few of us aren't grey
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trying to chop things without a big steel knife awkwardly talking about twitter in real life the population of the united states these are a few of my irrational hates
the phrase "really, really" and the misuse of "literally" the fact that i cant tell a moth from a fritillary the way my mind dwells on my smallest mistakes these are a few of my irrational hates
adults who don't know what the singular of dice is the wilful disobedience of touchscreen devices everyone's queuing but nobody waits these are a few of my irrational hates