you asked me who i was...and now im seriously thinking hard.
i'm ashley. i'm a walking pile of contradictions. i'm loved by few, hated by most. i'm tactless, and blunt, and regularly offensive. my humor is dry, and off-color, and often a bit vile. i'm a jaded skeptic. i'm never satisfied, and it's entirely for lack of trying or trying to hard... i'm not sure which yet. i revel in self-loathe, and thrive on bipolarity. completely melancholic, and self-sacrificing for the ones i care about. work is my life, school and cleaning are my hobbies. now, if only i could fully convince myself of that.
"Seeing is irrational, inconsistent, and undependable. It is immensely troubled, cousin to blindness and sexuality, and caught up in the threads of the unconscious. Seeing is like hunting and like dreaming, and even like falling in love. It is entangled in the passions - jealousy, violence, possessiveness; and it is soaked in affect - in pleasure and displeasure, and in pain. Ultimately, seeing alters the thing that is seen and transforms the seer. Seeing is metamorphosis, not mechanism."
"Seeing is irrational, inconsistent, and undependable. It is immensely troubled, cousin to blindness and sexuality, and caught up in the threads of the unconscious. Seeing is like hunting and like dreaming, and even like falling in love. It is entangled in the passions - jealousy, violence, possessiveness; and it is soaked in affect - in pleasure and displeasure, and in pain. Ultimately, seeing alters the thing that is seen and transforms the seer. Seeing is metamorphosis, not mechanism."