I want to help other people
I want to help other people
I also (usually) hate native american/indian writers
"the spirit is in the air, in the trees, my name is young eagle bear"
that type of shit
pisses me the fuck off. I know, hypocritical. sorry.
it’s my aversion to nature writers.
we all think we’re important
It eludes us even as it prepares to swallow us up, books and all.
—Joyce Carol Oates
You’re now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Stranger: no tits
Stranger: flat chested
Stranger: i bet you have a flat ass
Stranger: how old are you like 12
Stranger: i bet you are a virgin
Stranger: never made a guy cum
Stranger: i bet you dont evem have guts to stand up you are so flat
Stranger: r u white
You: what do i look like
You: i’m half white
You: and half asian
Stranger: good guess by me
You: y u so rude on the internet tho
Stranger: am horny
Stranger: cock really hard
You: holy shit
Stranger: how old are you ?
Stranger: u ever seen a guy cum
Stranger: be honest
You have disconnected.
and I’m nervous, truth be told
I never saw me growing old
fake it til you make it.
and then, ideally, stop faking it.
just let ‘em talk
all my hair is falling out; I think it’s from the stress. My skin looks bad. everything looks bad. I’m cold. Why is it so cold in California
sometimes (often times) you just gotta cry about your life because you feel like a helpless little bastard
instead of unfairly, unfairy, a mythical/mystical creature that is physically/functionally the opposite of a fiary
a fairy grants wishes while an unfairy revokes wishes and makes everything you don’t want to happen, happen
is so motivating/inspiring
I cried for like half an hour after watching one of her videos (subject was suicide)
she makes me want to be a better person, change myself
I’m not sure why; I think it has something to do with the fact that she’s always writing in Spanish and repeating her fucking words every other sentence
good message, though. I guess
and I don’t mean that in a pretentious way at all. I’m not trying to say I’m better than anyone (by any means). It’s just that I have it good.
I’ve never been hungry in my life. My family has never not had enough money to buy food or pay for the electricity or anything like that. My mom has never said to me, “we can’t afford that.” Never in my life. Of course, I’ve never really asked for anything expensive, because I know that we can’t afford it, but it’s not because we don’t have money. It’s because my mom pretty much only spends money on things she thinks are important. She buys clothes for me, but not excessively.
She’s willing to spend $10,000 on my education (tutoring and such). Our house isn’t big or relatively warm, but it’s a lot better than what a lot of people have.
I spend so much time thinking about the things I would buy if I had tons of money, and sometimes I think the best thing would just to not buy anything at all.
I keep wishing for stupid material things, like an iPhone, or Childish Gambino’s new album, or nice clothes, or everything in the whole word, but… I’ve really been blessed with so much already. It’s strange that all these people are living with less than I am.
everything’s strange. I don’t know. I should do my homework