its always bothered me that people think that their goal in life is to find love or whatever like bitch love yourself you don’t need someone to make you happy get a pet or go shopping or something instead of constantly searching for some bitch ass that might hurt you
You must make your own life, live your own life and die your own death…or else you will die another’s.
Every man rebels against the idea that this is fucking it. Fights windmills, saves fucking damsels, all in search of greater purpose. You have no greater purpose. Because it is enough. So cut the shit, okay?
You made flowers grow in my lungs and although they are beautiful, I can’t fucking breathe.