wanderlust

no one says big mood anymore. no one even says mood. no one says anything. all thats left is a dry wind, that scours my face until i bleed

"Regulations don't exist because governments enjoy them" is an important statement here. The government has to spend money and labor to enforce regulations. The government has to be begged for years and sometimes threatened by the American people into even creating the regulations. The people with the money want you to believe regulations are "BIG GOVERNMENT INFRINGING ON OUR FREEDOMS" so you'll help them undo the regulations your grandparents had to force that same government to install in the first fucking place. They count on you being ignorant of the past so they can make another round of dirty money by poisoning you all over again.

I hate googling shit like "why am I still sad and tired when I ate and slept and have been walked and watered" and it's always some shit like "your brain is fried because your parents sucked at handling kids when you were a kid". Like can it be literally anything else sometime, just for the sake of variety.

I need to get out of this town. I need to run….I just need to get away from this idea that everyone has of me. They have this proclivity to think that I am someone I am not, and all of these people have an “idea” of who I am before they even meet me. It’s not that I really care what people think of me, I’m just tired of people wanting me to live up to their expectations of who I am when they have no fucking clue who I am.

Fuck dude. Years later and I still feel this way…

8 years later and I'm feeling this again. The cycle needs to end.

you want your city to be walkable and bikeable? what's next? suckable? fuckable?