Boring - Blog Posts

I hate that I get matches on online dating just to find the majority of the men that match with me don't have the same interests as me. Like what the fuck. It's boring to talk to a guy who has zero interest in your interest, but I be damn if I settle for a guy who is not in the same interest. Conversation is boring as hell. Wasting me time. I might as well be single until I die of old age.

How do I go by this? Does anyone have tips or suggestions?

We have something interesting for you, my lord. (Or very expensive and fashionable souvenir.)

Just a feather, nothing more

Boring meeting

Dearest tumblr,

Why'd you go and fuck up my feed? Where's my dirty porn, tied tits, and humiliated chicks??!!

Grumpily,

Me...

I sit here in woe as I dutifully await the day my husband will come home from the war. I tell myself repeatedly that he will survive and return to father our child.

(AO3 is down and it crashed literally right before I could start the next chapter after a really heated cliffhanger)

So I was reading about tunnel drilling, but then I got bored

I lost my voice.

Morning

Good morning to all....

Boring day because of program of my campus

Coffee and little prayer before anything else.....

Thanks,God I am alive...

Idk

at this point i'm proud of being a lame person

Bruhhh….

Me looking at all my family as they talk about sports.... for twenty minutes

It's sad providing so little to anyone else, they never even bother to message you.

When I think of the girls he might like I feel so boring and ugly like holy shit

Me studying for finals

snoopy of the day

*I see how artists constantly make really good OCs and I'm sick of y'all being awesome and creative so take a bland OC. His name is Tom.

*He's greasy

Bagno, 2020

I used to feel so deeply for you but now I am confused about the love that I felt about the love that I lost

I used to feel so strong with my heart dancing in fire it never burned out it never lost its desire

I used to feel so passionate like it was only you and me passionate about us passionate about who we could be

Now I feel nothing of the things that I used to feel I stare into your eyes black holes, just as dead as mine

How could we become these deadly boring people? Weren't we the ones which used to breathe through kisses?

How could we lose all of this and slowly become enemies? we stopped to dance in our light we rather start wars in our shadow

How lovely it would be to go back to the art of passion but we buried it our fallen feeling of desire

they are "drawings" made with the sender and the red penalty, during a mathematics intergazzie.

About the French languange

I started learning French two weeks ago, just as a hobby. I've always thought it's a wonderful language and whenever I heard someone say basically anything in French, my heart melted a little bit out of awe. Despite my former respect towards the language, it's never been a part of my endless list of interests. Until now!

Though I'm a mere beginner, a punk amateur, I feel I've found something of utter brilliance. As words form sentences and as a tiny bit of poetry slowly implants itself into the uninhabited plains of my mind, I'm loving it more and more. Though I've sampled several languages in my short life and have attained acceptable skills regarding one or two, nothing compares to French.

I find it inexpressible what a joy it is to be able to say 'You're perfect' in French and make it truly mean what it's intended to; or to be able to listen to this ethereal melody and have something of it understood. It's like falling in love. It's like discovering a very old book, which surpasses your taste in contemporary literature or basically just anything you've ever read in your whole life.

I'm so glad I started this. And it makes me enthusiastic of many other things. The beginning of something wondrous, like this, is always a perfect reminder of the fact, that there are infinite options, infinite chances in life. And the majority of them is better than I could ever dream. I realised, that there's just so much to do. Tomorrow, when I wake up, I'll know I have amazing and beautiful things to do, besides life's endlessly grave side. I invite you to start learning a language you've always wanted to, or to finally get to read (COMPLETELY) War and Peace, or just simply to begin a journey of any kind, which will make you more as a person and as a part of the ever-expanding interconnection of us: the people. Our days can get boring and miserable every now and then, but it's never, NEVER, unchangeable.

My father telling me to throw broken stuff from my shelf: you can't use them they're broken and won't work.

Me: Well I'm broken and I'm still working.....

MY GREY FOLLOWER. Senhor Passo, Laurie, the "me" and everybody in my head agree: I really, REALLY, oughta check out. Leave it all. Just get away. From every- and anything. Whatever person, even the ones I like. Also myself. Not that I care much for me these days.  They all advise me the same thing. In 3 or 4 languages, but what the… I decide we understand each other. No; deciding not needed. We're in it together, common understanding. Whatever origin. And they, we all SHOUT the same: GET OUT FROM THE GREY! Leave. However. To where? To what? It doesn't matter. The grey drags me down. So: Anywhere, anything. Just away! From myself. Too. I'm turning grey… #mantelmomento #danielmantel #laurieandthestoryof #primeiroproximopasso #udenfilter #grey #getaway #clouds #intothedark #leaving #breakdown #ontheedge #boring #nogood #winter #depression #toomuch #overload #goingdown #changeneeded #whatever #whocares #emptiness #enoughhashtags #selfloathing #deadfeelings #iamfilledwaytoomuchwithstuffofallkindsexceptthefewthingsthatreallymatterssoihavetocutawayalotincludingthegrowinggreyinside (Usual one-off hashtag...) (her: Everywhere on Earth)

Learn Something New Everyday #2

My brother likes the drink the London Fog. It’s a hot tea drink he says I should try it.

Everyone my age I meet has done so much, won awards, done crazy shit, made friends, been a part of a community, traveled, lived...and I've done almost nothing, I've left almost no mark on the world. I know I still I have time, but I can't help from feeling incredibly behind

Someone take me out of social before I lose my mind!!!!