I wonder if anyone ever looks at me while I’m doing something and thinks I’m pretty. Because I do that all the time to people.
It’s completely fucked that you’re expected to make your peace with the world before you die…fuck that
I recall, no I refrain- from acknowledging any turmoil of my own that could possibly amount to growth. Personal growth sets a new standard of which, I will never be equipped to live up to. I’m afraid of that. Yeah, I’m terrified that anyone, including myself, who says- ‘you’re so much better than…
Pros and cons of boys:
- Con: They’re dicks
- Pro: Their dicks