i could go some maccas
Next annoying mother of fuck to invite me to a club is going to get a cactus shoved so far up their rim it will puncture their lung and then I shall let them experience the delightful sensation of freshly squeezed lemon on their bleeding rim.
No I will not use your list.
Fuck off.
How much of my brain is wilfully my own? How much is not a rubber stamp of what I have read and heard and lived? Sure, I make a sort of synthesis of what I come across, but that is all that differentiates me from another person?
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Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via obdormio)
I think about this a lot. |
Man im sick of all this one direction shit on my dash, fuck off.
edit - turns out it was just one fag who spammed them. just thought i would let you know and stuff guiz.
fuck im bored.
