the smiths is so fucking funny. i was looking for a job and then i found a job and heaven knows im miserable now. yeah alright. top ten relatable lyrics. steven patrick morrisey wails in his stupid wobbly english and im like yeah. if a double decker bus crashes into us to die by your side is such a heavenly way to die. you're so right. god. just shoot me now
talking about misogyny with guys is always such a trip. like why are you pretending to be so surprised by all this. who do you think you're fooling. nobody's falling for this shit. you're telling me you've never been around the men i'm describing? lol ok
“Once in a while we meet a gentle person. Gentleness is a virtue hard to find in a society that admires toughness and roughness. We are encouraged to get things done and to get them done fast, even when people get hurt in the process. Success, accomplishment, and productivity count. But the cost is high. There is no place for gentleness in such a milieu. Gentle is the one who does ‘not break the crushed reed, or snuff the faltering wick.’ Gentle is the one who is attentive to the strengths and weaknesses of the other and enjoys being together more than accomplishing something. A gentle person treads lightly, listens carefully, looks tenderly, and touches with reverence. A gentle person knows that true growth requires nurture, not force. […]”