College is a weird place because you can sit in the middle of the road taking pictures of the sky at 11pm and the car that drives by will not give a singular fuck
I’ve spent the past 24 hours researching various states in the eastern United States to figure out where to continue this incredible journey we call life, and all I can say is: will a rich man or tall cowboy PLEASE just marry me and make me your housewife because goddamn
"Innocent people are being poisoned and used as weapons. Whoever's doing that has no soul. And if we wanna stop them, we can't afford to think about being numb, or souls, or any of that shit. At least I can't."
Imagine if you’re going to an Insane Clown Posse show expecting them to do their usual horrorcore rap rock and instead they come out to circus music in a tiny clown car and start throwing pies at each other and doing funny flipsy-flops and goofs and all of the juggalos are having an earnestly great time for the whole family and then they ask you on stage and you get tricked and squirted with water but in a funny, good-natured way which you handle well and then you get to take a bow and the whole audience applauds and you are laughing so hard it is the best night of your life
the fact that i'm no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don't; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.