I think it's silly how I'll study hard, pass and go to college. I'll study some more. And more. I stay up with bags under my eyes, I cry, I rot on the inside, I lose all my friends. Just because I'd like a job that lets me live comfortably. And when I finally do live comfortably, I'll never notice it. It'll all be about the next job, the next interview, the next meal. I won't look at the stars, at how they twinkle. I won't laugh freely. I won't wake up in the morning with the feeling that 'today is a new day'. If I have kids I won't ever look into their laughing faces and think this is innocence, or , This being shares my blood. I'll think, the world is going to ruin you the way it ruined me. There is nothing I can do to stop it. It will simply happen, the way it has happened to those before me.
life is a video game and its shit and i keep losing but my ass has more polygons than the rest of the game and that's what matters
you can pry this potato out of my cold, dead hands
absolutely love it when a man has a shadow. that's my opaque king
crazy how people will go out of their way to make existence hell for anyone who don't fit their definition of 'correct' people. we could be crotcheting rn. we could be kissing if you weren't such a bitch. have you thought of that
pinterest girlies watching us like orphans through a dirty window in a dickens story... would you perhaps like a pat on the head??
imagine that you run a silly little blog posting silly things all the time. sometimes you get 3 notes, sometimes 20. and then one day you post something so gut-wrenchingly true and somehow funny that it sticks in everyone's head and goes????straight to twitter. and now you have 4 k people who know your blog. and now you have to take the silliness elsewhere.
Aspiring writer, watches movie recaps instead of watching the movie, wannabe artist
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