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.