“maybe if I drink another coffee, I will feel better”
“maybe if I buy myself a new sweater, I will feel better”
“maybe if I get so drunk I can’t see, I will feel better”
“maybe if I sleep for fourteen hours, I will feel better”
“Guy buys house in front of the Westboro Baptist Church and paints it in the colors of the Pride flag - ‘Equality House’ will be used for LGBT rights”
We are torn between nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange. As often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known.
I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words.
I really hate Odd Future but doughnut key… Don’t mind if I do 🍩