Saw this tip jar at my Dairy Queen today and lost it at tipiosa.
I have a bunch of thoughts in my head tonight so I’m going to ramble for a bit, thanks.
You know that movie good luck chuck where dane cook sleeps with any girl and she gets boo’d up right after? I haven’t either- but I saw the previews and got the gist of it. Well, the gist of my life is just that. Except, I don’t even have to sleep with a boy for them to find their match. I get cheated out of even that! Without fail, a one time date or a fling will lead straight to relationshipville for said dude and I get left with building doubts and frustration. It’s as if dating me reveals everything they don’t want in a partner so finding the opposite is a snap. I’m appealing enough to date, but not enough to keep dating. This is would be less severe of a gut punch if I met people more, made more connections and such. But the truth is, I don’t know how to make friends and meet people anymore.
The point of this whole thing is that when I was 14 I watched VH1 Behind the Music on Ricky Nelson and I had this overwhelming feeling that he was my soulmate and I was born at the wrong time and too late for real love. Maybe this is why I am doomed for eternity. My ghost soul mate is haunting my future mates.
Tropical birds at Jonestown mass suicide site.
So after belle and the beast got married they have to buy all new furniture since like half their castle turned into people
Beauty and the Beast 2: The Trip to Ikea
apparently “bae” means “before anyone else” i always thought it was a ghetto word for “babe”
i fell in love with the girl at the rock show
she said “what”
and i said “whAT”
and she said “i can’t hEAR YOU THE MUSIC’S TOO LOUD”
and i said “WHAT”
He was my friend.
I’ve been feeling this pretty strongly as of late, this scene/section of The Bell Jar has literally come to mind everyday for the last few weeks. I cannot begin to describe the anxiety I’m feeling about life.