Kumo met Mihaela (dog meets rat), went like this:

• Is it for eating? No! Ok!
• Is it for fucking? No! Ok!
• Is it to play with?! GIB!!!

They hate it. They hate me! Because I taught myself to look beyond a pretty face and a nice body. Beyond most people’s imagination. It’s where giving up on ever creating a family took me. I truly, honestly and wholeheartedly, lost hope.

But it’s my fault, because I stopped allowing others to tell me what makes ME happy. No more of that, not any longer, not ever!

In the meantime, the rest of you can touch happiness with both hands, if you believe you will find it in ANYTHING material! 😀

Whenever I go out for a walk, all alone and with headphones in my ears, I purposely deafen myself so I don’t hear the crap talk, but damn, I tell you, there’s times I wish I were blind too so I wouldn’t see 🙁

Nu, stai că iar am făcut-o! Așa, degeaba, nu că mi-ar fi plăcut sau că aș fi avut nevoie, însă măcar unul dintre noi, e futut bine! 3001? Să-ncep să număr iar? Plm, nimănui nu-i pasă! Exact cum trebuie!

I recently reactivated my Tinder (with a K) and since I have overly decent eyes, I can tell who liked me without buying gold, so I pretty much got four matches almost instantly.

Only one looked interesting, some 30 years old asian girl calling herself “Liliane” on Tinder, but claiming to be called “Selena” on Whatsapp. Another suspicious thing was that she was using a UK number.

Anywho, she starts feeding me this crap, like how her hobbies are INVESTMENT and golf and skydiving and diving and all the social bullshit which is appreciated by snobs these days, things at which I responded with my truthful nature, being at least a little bit knowledge-able of how spoilt this girl truly is.

She then proceeds to tell me about happiness and what makes her happy and I asked if everyone around her tells her what she needs in order to be happy, at which I got no response.

In a beautiful turn of events, she then claims she’s more “hands-on” that she likes to “touch things” because they are “real” and then I asked her if she makes those things or if she buys them, presenting one of my self-made Mandalorian helmets as evidence… Then I told her the entire truth, of how she couldn’t be happy in this life, unless her father told her she is, not forgetting to mention that she’s spoiled; I also asked her to touch happiness with both hands, since she’s into practicality so much and that’s how I made her run the fuck, oh, how I crack myself up! 😀

The conclusion is that pretty girls with a good life really don’t life philosophers 😉

…nimeni nu citește pe bune notele că de ce îți dezactivezi contul de Facebook… Pentru că o să îi mănânce chinul și cancerul cu ce le-am scris 😀

I know nobody else which can say that they only loved one. Truly. Wholesomely. And celebrate their own mistake on her birthday… two decades and one year later Too long I lied to myself that I’m over her, that I can love another. I tried, I truly sacrificed with another, but I could not dedicate entirely any longer…Feeling too old to change my mind, so when you see me lost in a wave or a cloud, let me be and don’t judge too harshly