#ohperalta

moodboard: det. rosa diaz (brooklyn 99)              ⇒ I’ve only said I love you to three people. My mom, my dad and my dying grandpa. And one of those I regret.

She told me not to cry because there was one thing in this world that no one could ever take from me, not ever. My name. Which, after telling me no one would ever take it, that is exactly what she did. Like it meant nothing.

The English language can not fully capture the depth and complexity of my thoughts, so I'm incorporating emojis into my speech to better express myself. Winky face.

We don't need guns. I have a lighter, okay, we get some hairspray, make some flame throwers. Let's fry these bitches.

I think about dying but I don't want to die. Not even close. In fact my problem is the complete opposite. I want to live, I want to escape. I feel trapped and bored and claustrophobic. There's so much to see and so much to do but I somehow still find myself doing nothing at all. I'm still here in this metaphorical bubble of existence and I can't quite figure out what the hell I'm doing or how to get out of it.  – Matt Healy.