From Thought Catalog

From Thought Catalog

But I think the bluntest people are people who understand what it is to feel nothing. They know that being numb is worse than getting hurt. Give me sweet. Give me sour. Give me something so hot it burns my tongue. As long as I can taste it, whatever that may be. As long as I’m not trapped in a never-ending blandness. It is something you can lose yourself in – that wondering when the not-feeling will end. 

Because when a blunt person gets hit head-on by a speeding freight train of feelings, the impact cannot just be ignored. The contrast is undeniable. Suddenly there are feelings that don’t fall into the buckets of apathy, indifference, lethargy, and aloofness a blunt person knows so well. Suddenly there is something to say.

And a blunt person is too smart to not know how rare, how special it is to have anything to say at all. To feel something that is worthy of words. Words that make you nauseous in a way that your first reaction is to try and hold them down because they make the room spin, but also in a way you know that deep down, letting go is necessary. That spewing is the only way you’ll find relief.

Because at their core, a blunt person is the most genuine kind of person you will ever meet. What they occasionally lack in tact, they will make up for in honesty and loyalty. A blunt person will tell you when they fall in love, and when they fall out of it. Because a blunt person refuses to live in anything other than reality, and they would never subject anyone else to living a lie or even so much as a half-truth. They know it’s just not possible to sustain. 

They’ve tried to manufacture feelings in the past, tried to fake their way into caring about the somethings or someones that looked good on paper, and found that despite all their efforts, there was just nothing there. And the only thing worse for a blunt person than faking feelings, is to fake not having them. To pretend the feelings just don’t exist after acutely experiencing their absence for so long. This is a blunt person’s worst nightmare.

Photos for the night

Photos for the night

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Here we have a mix of some mysterious mountain range in Europe (yea I don’t remember where this is), Grand Central Station, Morocco art, a whiskey bar in DC, Hawaii, ace hotel in manhattan, Amsterdam, Hawaii again, acme restaurant and bar and a random bookshelf in an art gallery in TriBeCa.

Thuggers finest p1

Thuggers finest p1

For those of you who don’t know I’m obsessed with Young Thug, even though I can only understand about 78% of what he’s saying in his raps (I think that’s pretty high). I used to only do this Lil Wayne, but I’d like to bring Thugger into the lyric breakdown (aka me posting some of my favorite lyrics of his). This gem comes to us from “No Limit” by Usher, where another of one my favorite lines comes from “Give her that ghetto D”


You finer than wine
Baby girl I ain’t lying
Make my homies drop a dime
Commit a crime
Jeopardize my lifeline
Just to see your vital sign
Ain’t no limit, babe we do it larger
Ain’t no limit babe when you a starter
Martyr outsmart the ‘Rari, ‘Rari
Fill the session with Bacardi Barbies
Kerosene, kerosene
Promise spin, washing machine
Thin waisted primadonna
Never limit, I’m a stoner
Tinted out, them never rentals
Fuck them boys, they always get us
Bottle and rag denim
I’mma spend my night with ‘dem
I could put karats all over you
Karats all over you
Never mind, we only poppin’ shit
Man I been getting high with these fools
And she said all her friends fake, was solo rocking
And she a real bad bad bitch, she ain’t gotta Photoshop it