Here’s Your Existentialist Essay For The Day
You are just particles of energy, pieces and pieces of divinity lumped together from God knows what.
You are just particles of energy, pieces and pieces of divinity lumped together from God knows what.
“DO YOU WANT TO BE IN MILLION OF WOMMENS SCREENSAVERS?”
English majors. Paperback-sniffing, semicolon-slinging, hairy-hearted mystics of the collegiate pantheon.
Persistence is severely underrated.
Forget about your goals. Goals are for complainers.
Don’t you hear it? Literally every time you text me, my iPhone plays a feeble recording of a death knell.
Speaking of men with matching blazers, there’s nothing as majestically awkward as twelve male Ivy Leaguers dancing around while faintly intoning some indie pop gem.
It’s amazing how many things we learn in school that hide themselves in our heads, like stingrays in the sand, until something happens and they come to the surface.
Sometimes we fuck ourselves up. Sometimes we sell ourselves. Sometimes we get blown up. Sometimes we get put back together.
I was in that closet for ten years, and they were the best years of my life.