I feel like I’m slowly falling apart. I guess it’s dinner, shower, bed and sons of anarchy season 2 for me.
I’m questioning the point of everything and losing interest in things I once enjoyed. I’m aware, now more than ever, that life is going quickly and the things I do will eventually come to an end. Normal people are probably motivated by this prospect, but I’m completely fed up. If it ends now, I probably won’t be remembered and I doubt anything I try to do ever will be. So why bother?
it’s one of the cutest thing that i’ve ever seen :O
I’m actually really disappointed that, like my waistline, I let my tumblr go.
On another jolly note, I’m ill and broken and I am still on my way to work. Starting at 8 kinda sucks.
Maybe I’ll figure out what I should be doing with my tumblr at some point soon. Drop me some messages if you can remember what you used to like about this blog. If you’re lucky enough to not remember how it was, drop me some suggestions anyway.
Have a nice day.
Friendly reminder that you’re allowed to like a thing without knowing every single fact about the thing
You’re allowed to like a movie without having to know every crew member’s name
You’re allowed to like a book without having to memorize every page
You’re allowed to like a video game without having to know all the Easter eggs and cheat codes
You’re allowed to like things and not be an expert on things
Liking things isn’t supposed to be stressful