I Fear

every day i discover the meaning of life and then i lose it and then again a new day and i discover the meaning of life and lose it by night time and then again and so on

it’s what gets me going, can’t start the morning anyyy other way

opening up tumblr in the morning as if i’m an old man reading his newspaper

girls who are one emotional day away from walking into the forest and never being seen again are in your area. for now.

they should invent a brain that doesn’t tell you mean things at night time

me when i’m girl blogging

i think when i have a migraine i should be able to take my brain out and put it in a bowl of ice