do u ever feel likes there’s this great big conspiracy going on? like life is just not unfair but unnecessarily relentlessly cruel? like, if the whole world ended right this second, it wouldn’t be such a bad thing..

nurses can’t be trusted. 
wind is aggressive. 
voices are useless. 
inspiration is faulty. 
movies are movies. 
hair does what it wants. 
deer is singular when it’s plural. 
all languages are the same. 
people are people and that’s it. 
inner voices are scary. 
the world was created to be destroyed. 
we get toys on Christmas because that’s what we are. 
monkeys don’t wait for buses. 
there’s always a new word. 
hypocritical. 
condescending. 
audacity. 
sprite with lemon is redundant according to 
a seven year old boy. 
children think more than you think they think. 
memories are weird but you need them. 
babies do unexpected things. 
no one is better than anyone else 
because we’re all pretty low. 
get low is a song you can dance to. 
where brooklyn at? 
new york isn’t always bright lights 
and broadway. 
new york is suffering and sorrow. 
new york is just like every other place. 
love isn’t what love is. 
love isn’t a thing, it’s a belief. 
fads exist because no one knows 
how to think for themselves. 
including me. 
i, too, wanted a twloha tee. 
the world advances in technology, but 
not in nature. 
humans are humans and that’s it. 
history repeats. 
we barely ever see it. 
there comes a point when you wonder 
why you are here. 
&even if you think you’ve found the answer, 
you’ll never really know. 
chocolate is the blanket you had when you 
were a kid. 
except if you’re allergic. 
most likely, you’ll find the blanket in some other thing. 
similes make me itchy. 
similes, not smiles. 
smiles make me nervous. 
although I’ve perfected mine. 
contradictions make my neck hurt. 
even though i’m the queen of them. 
it’s why headaches happen all the time. 
eyebrows are a burden. 
you think we’d look weird if we never had them. 
but how would we know either way if they didn’t exist to begin with? 
your body hardly ever cooperates with what you think you want. 
but it cooperates with what your mind tells it to do. 
you think that doesn’t make sense. 
but it does. 
the sense of touch is a rebel. 
and the other four don’t fight back. 
optimists are too scared to think of what if’s. 
pessimists are too scared to think of what could be. 
i think too much. 
and i can write list after list 
and no one will ever really understand 
my words.

moonbabynicole:

nobody can deal wi th me or treat me well everyone upsets me everyone abandons me i dont know wha tto do with my angerrer 

i start twitching when i run out. i get depressed when the sun’s out. they ask me what i’m talking bout, all the times that i had doubt; left alone, in my room. might as well talk about the doom, take shrooms.