How To Do Everything Last Minute: A Novel by me that I am going to write later
i swear i’d dress better but i’m poor and fat
what do you mean we’re not friends we’ve talked once
do you ever just want to grab someone in one of your classes
and pull their face close and whisper
“I am ten times smarter than you will ever be, your opinions are both ill-informed and unoriginal, the career path you are headed on is so overdosed with barely competent imbeciles like you that you will be incapable of finding a job, and incidentally your shoes are clashing with your outfit in a way that cannot even be called deliberately bad. so shut. the. fuck. up.”
Everyone who terrifies you is sixty-five percent water. And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes you cannot even breathe deeply, and the night sky is no home, and you have cried yourself to sleep enough times that you are down to your last two percent, but nothing is infinite, not even loss.
You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day you are going to find yourself again.
You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day you are going to find yourself again.
― Finn Butler (via aurelle)
I didn’t care about anything. And there’s a freedom in apathy, a wild, dizzying liberation on which you can almost get drunk. You can do anything.
― Lionel Shriver, We Need to Talk About Kevin (via sickur)
i am switching my major to caring too much and declaring a minor in not giving a fuck and i’m pretty sure i’m gonna graduate summa cum laude with that shit
instead of learning from my mistakes i like to dwell on them until i have a panic attack
