If you feel the need to use such dense language on Twitter, it’s probably to mask the lack of thought that was actually put into your idea.

If you feel the need to use such dense language on Twitter, it’s probably to mask the lack of thought that was actually put into your idea.

Sometimes hearts are broken and sometimes it’s my fault and sometimes it’s appropriate to smoke an entire pack of cigarettes in one sitting.

Please stop claiming me. 

All of my recent drama came to an end this afternoon when my ex-boss was arrested after going to my coworkers house and attempting to actually gouge his eyes out. This all started because he told me he was in love with me.

Gainesville is a black hole of bullshit.

"You were corrupt when I met you."

I saw some really bad stand-up the other week where the guy made us repeat after him “C-R-A-C-K-W-H-O-R-E” and he asked what it spelled and we were all like, “Crackwhore?” And that was it, that was the whole joke, that was the punchline. 

Whatever, I loved the finale. It was realistic and satisfying. Everyone complaining would find something to pick at no matter how the series ended. Cheers to nine years. 

Whatever, I loved the finale. It was realistic and satisfying. Everyone complaining would find something to pick at no matter how the series ended. Cheers to nine years. 

All that’s left of my bones, dipped in gold, waiting to be sold to the firsthand taker.. You’re not in the room, but you got me in a headlock, tied up, helpless, ready to be sacrificed. 

My aunt came up today to get coffee with me and talk about everything going on. When I mentioned how much my family has been texting me, she gave me this box full of tiny cards that my grandmother had given their mom on her last Mother’s Day. She said she wants it to remind me that while my family may feel suffocating sometimes, it is all in love. Logically, I know that; it doesn’t make the constant communication any less irritating. 
But then I went through each card — some are even about me — and I lost it. Shout-out to all of the people who love me every day and make it look easy. I don’t deserve their support half the time, but they’re still there, making sure my head is up my back is straight and that my arms never grow tired. 

My aunt came up today to get coffee with me and talk about everything going on. When I mentioned how much my family has been texting me, she gave me this box full of tiny cards that my grandmother had given their mom on her last Mother’s Day. She said she wants it to remind me that while my family may feel suffocating sometimes, it is all in love. Logically, I know that; it doesn’t make the constant communication any less irritating. 

But then I went through each card — some are even about me — and I lost it. Shout-out to all of the people who love me every day and make it look easy. I don’t deserve their support half the time, but they’re still there, making sure my head is up my back is straight and that my arms never grow tired.