Today in science we learned that you can never gain cold, you can only have an absence of heat; and it made me think that maybe hatred doesn’t exist, and there’s only an absence of love.
this is the realist shit I’ve ever read
I am jealous of your bedsheets — the ones you wrap yourself in over and over when you are unreasonably cold for the season. I am jealous of the people who get to pass by you in the metro and who will never know your name. They don’t know that they are lucky, that their shoulders touch someone wonderful.
“Swearing is unattractive” I’m not attractive anyway so fuck off
what if when we fall asleep and we start dreaming it’s actually just alternate universe versions of us waking up and when we’re awake that’s their time to sleep
I CAN ALREADY TELL THAT THIS IS A POST I SHOULD NOT HAVE MADE
|beginning of semester:||backpack is at least fifty pounds at all times|
|end of semester:||a water bottle and maybe a pen that doesn't work|