A cheese pie to bash please.

Stuck in reverse.

tyropittasmash — Tue, 20 Oct 2009 19:59:30 +0000

What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction. — Chuck Palahniuk

tyropittasmash — Mon, 19 Oct 2009 11:45:10 +0000

And I know it well enough, even after the breakup, I will not be any better. Bye world.

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Confession.

tyropittasmash — Mon, 05 Oct 2009 21:03:38 +0000

I think I’ve changed a lot over these few months. I do things I am strongly against of. I think I’m hopeless and dumb.

I feel so horrible right now. I don’t know who the fuck I am.

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Afterlife

tyropittasmash — Sun, 27 Sep 2009 13:31:19 +0000

Drown yourself and not bring others to it. Life will never be any better.

Backlog.

tyropittasmash — Fri, 04 Sep 2009 04:31:51 +0000

Infogram.

4 Newsletter Thumbnail Sketches & 2 Colour Visuals.

A5 Zouk Halloween Postcard.

Four pages of font webpage.

In The Name of Love.

tyropittasmash — Mon, 17 Aug 2009 08:18:10 +0000

‘Love is an unavoidable thing. No matter who you are, when the half blind Cupid shoots another invisible arrow, the consequences of pain, longing, humiliation and regret that follow the foolish sweetness, and joyous sleeplessness are all for us to bear.

It could be mutual, like all the celebrated love affairs in movies, songs, poems and stories. And it is not that important if you are already married or involved in another uniquely shaped triangle, when it is all about the need to express your feelings to let the other half understand. ‘

tyropittasmash — Sun, 16 Aug 2009 17:52:11 +0000

All the same. I don’t know anymore.

In the lurch.

tyropittasmash — Mon, 10 Aug 2009 18:43:18 +0000

Why do I seem so unhappy? Why should my heart be in a bad wrench?