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Started by Abbess Jade, May 25, 2010, 01:33:05 AM

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Abbess Jade

I want someone, someone who will kiss me to sleep, and wipe away my tears when I'm sad--but I don't just want anyone, because anyone is easy. I want someone just for me, because I am selfish. I want someone who will not heal me, but instead make it seem as though there were no wounds at all. Maybe it's impossible, I know. I know nobody is like that any more. But if nobody is the somebody for me, then I will settle for nobody. Even though I am screaming, and even though I wake up with no hope, I spend hour after hour dreaming and wishing, that my Nobody will find me.

Will he? Will she?

I'm scared, but this time, there is no superhero. I am on my own, and I will die. Humans are so busy, talking so fast, that they do not care for anyone but themselves. Nobody will hear me. It is reminiscent of space. It is only nobody, my somebody, who will come to my rescue.

Maybe nobody is the only somebody for me, but I don't care. I love nobody, and nobody loves me. I am reminiscent of a dead wind, and I don't mind. For I will wait for nobody.

My nobody...

Mesozoic Mister Nigel

"I'm guessing it was January 2007, a meeting in Bethesda, we got a bag of bees and just started smashing them on the desk," Charles Wick said. "It was very complicated."


Dimocritus

HOUSE OF GABCab ~ "caecus plumbum caecus"

P3nT4gR4m

Fuck I remember this. I got by listening to Crazy Baby by Joan Osbourne, over and over, weeping like a bitch cos it made me think that if Joannie could feel that way about me, maybe somebody else could too. Turns out somebody did eventually but not before I'd expelled a good couple of gallons of eye juice and driven about 3 sets of neighbors to suicide.

Good luck!

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Pope Pixie Pickle

Love usually comes out of nowhere, and this is when you have sworn off sex, aren't in the right situation for a relationship, and subsequently punches you in the head.

She is a bit of a funny cow like that.

Its a cliché cos its true, it comes out of nowhere when you least expect it.

Feel better hon.




Adios

If you are looking for 'out of the box' perfection in a mate then be prepared to be alone. Relationships are about compromise and people learning to live together and accept each others short comings.

Abbess Jade

I'm not looking for someone perfect. That's not what I'm worry about at all. I want to find someone that I can look at them, and love them down to their most abhorrent flaw. I don't want anyone perfect, because where would be the fun in that? I want someone who I can argue with, who I can get angry at, someone to make up with, to apologize to and be brought back into open arms. I don't want perfect, I just want someone that's perfect for me.

I know I'm young, of course. I have so much time to find my 'Nobody'.

I'm simply frustrated.

Nonetheless, guys. Thanks.  :)

Pope Pixie Pickle

I had to kiss quite a few metaphorical frogs in my time.

These things come with time, concentrate on having fun.

Mesozoic Mister Nigel

I think I gave up the week before I found Angelo and Mr. Language. Not kidding. I remember being on the phone with Roger and telling him that I was done with it, not trying anymore, fuck it all. :lulz:
"I'm guessing it was January 2007, a meeting in Bethesda, we got a bag of bees and just started smashing them on the desk," Charles Wick said. "It was very complicated."


P3nT4gR4m

I adopted a - give up on the soul mate and fuck anything that moves - policy

Shortly afterwords fate gave up and landed her in my lap. Damn yuo fate - I was just starting to really enjoy sport fucking again and you wrecked it for me :argh!:

I'm up to my arse in Brexit Numpties, but I want more.  Target-rich environments are the new sexy.
Not actually a meat product.
Ass-Kicking & Foot-Stomping Ancient Master of SHIT FUCK FUCK FUCK
Awful and Bent Behemothic Results of Last Night's Painful Squat.
High Altitude Haggis-Filled Sex Bucket From Beyond Time and Space.
Internet Monkey Person of Filthy and Immoral Pygmy-Porn Wart Contagion
Octomom Auxillary Heat Exchanger Repairman
walking the fine line line between genius and batshit fucking crazy

"computation is a pattern in the spacetime arrangement of particles, and it's not the particles but the pattern that really matters! Matter doesn't matter." -- Max Tegmark

Pope Pixie Pickle

That's the way it goes yo...