I… I’ve got something in my eye…
RIP Vine †
listen to what I orchestrated
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I told them you were here.
You need to find someone,” they say. “There is someone out there for you to make you happy!” They promise. “Look for your other half,” they chant. Am I half a person? Am I not enough as I am? Can I not depend on myself for my own happiness? I can enjoy music on my own. I can laugh and sing and dance on my own. “Poor thing, still alone?” They murmur. I don’t always want to be alone, you know. But I know I’m not incomplete. I am happy being who I am, and only I drive myself to be a better version of myself. I have found solace in the silence, and peace in my quiet thoughts. I wonder if the ones who beg me to find someone never had that, and I am sorry for them.
finish-the-hat-george (via wnq-writers)
Bring out your dead! Bring out your dead!
my neighbourhood has never had an ice cream truck. in the summer, we have the knife sharpening truck. it slowly circles the block and rings its ominous bell. i have never seen someone interact with it. it may be that only those marked by death can see it
I think I'd hate to live in a world where everyone has I same opinion as me.
lifehack: when you see a Take One candy bowl in a restaurant, wait until noones looking and shovel candy into your pockets. god may judge you but his sins outnumber your own
how to win: try to guess if i’m a lesbian or not...
how to play: too bad i don’t discuss my sexuality at work, i’m your manager and it’s inappropriate but solid effort with your attempt at discreet questions
I'm 27 and finally found out I'm different...not broken, go figure
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