if you're a bird, then i'm a velociraptor
❝You still have a lot of time to make yourself be what you want.
*promotes my blog at ur funeral*
❝Depression is stupid and not a thing that makes me a better writer. One time I went a whole year without writing and I stayed in bed and drank. Fuck your Bukowskisms. I want sunlight and love and running down some street I’ve never been on where it’s warm and cool at the same time and I’m smiling. I want nothing to ever be bad again — and I don’t mean that I want a life free of conflict, I mean that I want a life free of meaningless conflict. Not being able to will oneself to take a shower or leave the house is meaningless. There is nothing to be gained, no lesson to be learned from that kind of life. My heart is stale, my prose is stale. Give me fire if you want to hurt me. Give me something I can taste. There’s nothing romantic or mysterious about where I am. There’s nothing here worth holding onto.
you make my
reblog if you are cute and hilarious
two bloggers in same room:
you should reblog that so i can reblog it
I don’t wanna go to work. I don’t wanna grow up. I’m not going, I’m going to stay home and watch Mulan
❝I had to do something. I couldn’t just sit and wait for life to happen to me any longer.
❝You will fall in love with her and I will go back to spending my Friday nights with all sorts of boys that can never seem to get my name right.