Keep Your Head Up, My Dear

On a related note, I think that the pepper jack cheese is getting spicier.

Driving according to my hometown:

Things we stop at: green lights

Things we don’t stop at: stop signs

Subway has no right to smell that good

Remember, the most important thing is to do all your tasks with a scowl :)

*my assistant runs on stage, whispering frantically* wait- what. Oh- a SMILE do it with a SMILE- WAIT A SMI-

Love is so visceral. I can feel it in my bones, my organs, my skin. I can feel it hang in the wind. I breathe it in, I breathe it out.

Maybe everything will be alright after all.

I think my biggest toxic trait is acting like I deserve the Nobel Prize for showing up to a class I literally pay to be in

Get crazy with the cheese whiz!

The Tuesday despair is upon me

There is a certain horror in outlasting.

I am the perpetual survivor; steadfast eternal. As the world crumbles into sand between my fingers, I live on.

But dear God. I wasn't supposed to outlive you.

Trapped in my own personal Hell – doomed to watch my loved ones killed before me. And there's nothing I can do.

Something is twisting around my ribs and gripping my tongue. It's sitting in my throat. I can see it, but it won't talk to me. I don't know if it can.