“If you took the monsters’ point of view, everything they did made perfect sense. The trick was learning to think like a monster.” But your depression is a monster that can’t be made sense of and it’s an entity that doesn’t contain any logic.
Everything is hazy; the air feels thick and tight. Even now, some years and so many fires later, I still sleep with the windows open.
What Scaramucci and so many others that align themselves with Donald Trump, and even Trump himself, have in common is that when presented with the things that are not easy to defend that they themselves have said, they cower.
That people literally swarm around my apartment during game times and leave beer cans and glass everywhere and it’s a danger for my dog when she just wants to go for a goddamn stroll.
Manic Pixie Dream Girl deserved something more than what Adam or Aaron or whatever his name was could have possibly given her, Shins soundtrack accompanying it or otherwise.
Even though I have the same amount of hours in a day as Beyoncé, I simply do not have time to accomplish everything.
We really have no control over anything. And for a certifiable control freak like myself, that’s not just unnerving. It’s paralyzing.
Seriously obsessed.
Pamplemousse La Croix is the foreigner whose name you can never pronounce, but you without a doubt have the hots for.
There’s no use crying over a spilled vodka soda. It’s not even going to stain.