humour us before we die
*dances* don't you love when you have a song stuck in your head and all it makes you do is dance?
Whenever I go to Value Village I never know what I'm looking for but I always come out with one (or two) perfect things. Yesterday it was new pillowcases and a duvet cover. So. Fucking. Hot. My room is going to be the hottest room this side of the BX. Aside from Daisy's.
I'm so sick of driving but I'm going to miss it something fierce.
Maybe I'll get my bike license. Loved the back of the Harley, and though I grew up with them it was my first time on one. Yes. My dad should let me ride his this winter. That would be smart.
Fuck you emo hair.
Fuck you birthday.
Fuck you semi rejecting collarbones.
Today, while not doing my schoolwork, I realised that I loathe all things in excess. Drinking, smoking, weed, food, anger, depression, elation, light, darkness, company, solitude... fat... All things, really, except for personal deprivation but in time that really becomes excessive in itself. Excess of deprivation.
And there's other things. But those other things are best summed up by when Conor Oberst says that there is no truth, there is only you and what you make the truth.
Whenever I go to Value Village I never know what I'm looking for but I always come out with one (or two) perfect things. Yesterday it was new pillowcases and a duvet cover. So. Fucking. Hot. My room is going to be the hottest room this side of the BX. Aside from Daisy's.
I'm so sick of driving but I'm going to miss it something fierce.
Maybe I'll get my bike license. Loved the back of the Harley, and though I grew up with them it was my first time on one. Yes. My dad should let me ride his this winter. That would be smart.
Fuck you emo hair.
Fuck you birthday.
Fuck you semi rejecting collarbones.
Today, while not doing my schoolwork, I realised that I loathe all things in excess. Drinking, smoking, weed, food, anger, depression, elation, light, darkness, company, solitude... fat... All things, really, except for personal deprivation but in time that really becomes excessive in itself. Excess of deprivation.
And there's other things. But those other things are best summed up by when Conor Oberst says that there is no truth, there is only you and what you make the truth.