the gods were never on our side

“Am I the only one who—” yes. You’re all alone. And nobody shares your experiences or loves you. And you’re floating on a raft in a dark ocean and there’s sharks and squids trying to get you and lightning is crashing and the water is choppy and black

i have a Persian agenda where i encourage every man i know to grow the longest and prettiest hair possible

personal agenda. Personal.

That guy from heated rivalry always looks like you just told him you went back to your shitty boyfriend again

survival mechanism they don’t emphasize enough is memorizing a poem. you memorize a poem you have a little lift raft for a variety of situations

I feel like that one scene of Justin Bieber getting shot in csi

a friend with a boyfriend is a type of dead wife

"waste all your movement's goodwill demanding annoying symbolic concessions from normies then fail to achieve anything meaningful" - vladimir lenin, in his famous work What Is Not To Be Done

God. take all of meg thee stallions pain and return it to drake tenfold

I don't do RPF, real person fanfiction. I do RPF, real person fact on account of my powerful psychic visions.