lifes too short to pretend to hate pop music
To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless—of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life? Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse.”
What will your verse be?
(Source: somnulentia, via kinneye)
I have a massive fear that no one actually likes me, rather everyone is just politely tolerating me hoping I leave them alone
this is great. just the three of us
and this brick wall you built between us