The end is near.
When did I become a cursing, smoking, shell-of-a-responsible human being.
When I pictured people who were all about love, they were clean (okay, they had some dirt under their feet and smelled a little funny), sedate, transcendent folks. The more I learn about love, the more I see how naive that was.
What's with all the F bombs lately, you ask? And in my Honesty Box, like a coward. Because it startles you out of your comfort zone, and it's fun to say.
STOP BEING COMFORTABLE. Stop it.
I'm making grad school plans. My living situation is going to be awesome. Why? because it's nonexistent.
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Looking in, it's hard to understand. Looking out, it's hard to explain. The bane of our existence.
ReplyDeletefuck it. there's more meaning behind what what we say than the actual words we use.
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