You know why you are doing this. You don’t want to look bigger than her, fatter than her. You want to be as pretty as she is. Look at her pics, how her legs look on them. You wish you could be her. You want to be asking out like her, be noticed by boys like her, but you are not. You are that fat and ugly friend. Maybe it’s time to change it? You know you can, so stop be lazy. To someday stand next to her and look as good as she, or even better.
i feel like people are not genuine and maybe it is naive but idgaf because i want to work in a place where people actually care about their work and care about their colleagues
i want to feel like the work i do is important and i get to create and have ideas and input. i am not a robot. i am not a machine who gets a command and is expected to produce.
i am sensitive as hell and maybe i don’t want to ‘grow thick skin’.
donald trump is a cartoon character in a comedy show where people shouldn’t be laughing anymore and the show should be cancelled already
being lost is a legitimate process. stop putting so much time and pressure on sticking to such a traditional timeline route of school-job-marriage-babies.
our generation totally romanticizes travel and exploring the world and meeting new people and delving into different cultures and you know what? we should. why make all this damn money if you can’t spend it?
advice is amazing. i fucking love advice. i eat up words of wisdom. but the thing is, you can’t always listen to people because then you’ll just be following their footsteps. your gut is speaking to you. trust it.
make mistakes, make mistakes, make mistakes. this last one isn’t a rant but more of a “note to self” because despite everyone setting you up for failure and most of all, despite you thinking you’re going to fail, you should probably go ahead and do just that. there is no better fucking way to learn and be better and grow and get somewhere in life without falling at least once. or ten times.
“Coward.That’s what you are. A coward.” Nick Valentine x Vee
“You think I like this?” the Synth man asked in disgust. “You
think I want to let you down? On
Vee didn’t look at Nick. She absolutely fucking refused! She
remained turned away, fiddling uselessly with the PipBoy on her arm. She cycled
through her holotapes as if her life depended on it, as if she actually saw the
green titles through her tear-blurred eyes.
Right. Why the hell did Nick always have to be right? It was
infuriating, and more than that, the truth of it stung. The Synthetic had
nothing to offer her. He wasn’t human. He wasn’t even close to passing for one
like the 3rd Gens. He was just an echo of a man who used to exist in
her time. No part of him was his own, not his memories, not his speech, not
even his life. What could a dame like you
possibly want with that, eh?
Yet none of that shit had ever mattered to Vee. Nick was Nick, and she could never make him understand
that. He was more than moving parts, more than metal and plastics and displaced
memories. Circuits didn’t matter to her. Nick Valentine had a heart. He had a soul.
Not that he would ever admit it.
His rejection stung her worse than even she had thought it
would. It was bitter and aching. And all she wanted to do was fucking
“Coward,” Vee spat over her shoulder with a venom that would
have stopped a super mutant. “That’s all you are. A coward!”
“A c—” Nick’s voice choked off. Vee allowed herself a smug
smile though her tears. “Now, see here!”
The cold metal of his right hand pinched the skin of her
arm, as he grabbed and spun her around. Vee’s hiss of surprise and pain was cut
off with the man’s lips pressed firmly to hers.