Who needs cocaine when emotions can fuck you up more than any drug.
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I wish I was your shirt in all it’s crumpled cotton glory. Bent out of shape, sitting in the creases and curves of your body. Or buttoned right the way up, stretching with every fibre of my being right up to your cheek. I wish I was your shirt, spending the rest of my threadbare days against your skin, brushing against you, being near you. And then there is that, if you happened to rub your sleeve along your lips (as you so sometimes do), that I may for a second get to rest upon your mouth while you pause for an instant to think.
“If I had a nickel for every time I stayed up too late for someone who would never wake up for me… a penny for every time I had to bend and stretch to prove to someone that I am here, that I exist, my heart would rattle and shake with all of the coins spilling back into it.”
— Melissa Lozado-Olivia, If I Got Paid For All My Emotional Labor
“I’m not totally mad at you. I’m just sad. You’re all locked up in that little world of yours, and when I try knocking on the door, you just sort of look up for a second and go right back inside”
— Haruki Murakami
“Stirring up feelings without feeling nothing myself. Now that’s all changed and I have feelings, too. I am lonely and bottled up the same as you are.”
— Tennessee Williams, from Selected Stories; “One Arm,” wr. c. 1945
“People are screwed up in this world. I’d rather be with someone screwed up and open about it than somebody perfect and ready to explode.”
— Ned Vizzini
(via purplebuddhaquotes)
“There is something about morning kisses. You can spend the whole night next to a person you love; spooning, massaging, entangled and the first thing you want to do when you wake up is kiss them on the mouth, the cheek, the nose, everywhere. Whether brief and soft, a kiss that has ‘I can’t wait to come home to you’ written within or one that builds up and draws you back into bed to ensure you’re late for work, there’s something about morning kisses.”
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“if i have a nickel for every time i stayed up too late for someone who would never wake up for me… a dollar for every minute i tried to make a sad man feel less sad.. a penny for every time i had to bend and stretch to prove to someone that I’m here, that i exist.”
Melissa Lozada-Oliva, Button Poetry, If I Got Paid For All Of My Emotional Labor
It’s been a hell of a ride folks
I made this blog in December of 2012. I was in a pretty rough spot and @warheads-r-us was twisting my arm to make a tumblr so I did for the shiggles. I hardly knew anyone on here and Gunblr was still starting to stretch it’s legs so all I did was spam pictures of guns, mostly not my own, that I’d hoarded from my years on /k/.
The blog started to blow up. I used to write down how many followers I had when I went to sleep and wake up with 500 more, it was insane. People started to ask about the man behind the blog, I started posting about my recovery from my spinal cord injury and weekly physically therapy updates. I became a part of the community here, back when we really had one, made so many amazing friends, and met a few lovers.
SHOT 2015 was when I really realized this blog had gotten out there, at the time I only had around 13k followers but I had seven or eight people come up at the show and say hi and that they liked the blog. I’ve talked to so many of you over the years, helped a lot of people through various struggles and been helped through my own. Those of you who’ve been around awhile have seen me realize my dream of becoming a gunsmith, supported me through it, and enjoyed the shenanigans as I’ve been working in my field. I really appreciate all the love and support y’all have given me. The response from you guys when my sister’s house burned down and we managed to raise nearly 10k dollars for her through the GoFundMe me still brings tears to my eyes when I think about it. Thank you all again.
I’m really going to miss this place, but the ambiguous NSFW ban is going to kill this site without a doubt. Even if it doesn’t outright kill the gun community here, I don’t think it will be long before the vague NSFW rules apply to “scary” things like gun blogs. We certainly don’t have the tight knit community we once did, but nothing stays the same forever.
Like I’ve said a few times before, I will be relocating to my Instagram also named Coffeeandspentbrass. Please follow me there if you have one so we can continue the good times and shenanigans.
Stay frosty, my friends, keep your booger hooker off the bang switch. I love you all and remember fuck communism and fuck fascism.
Yours truly,
-Todd.
“I wish I could lay down beside you when the day is done and wake up to your face against the morning sun…”
— Adele , “Hiding My Heart Away,” 21
