nice friend person: hey, how've you been?
me: capitalism is crushing me. i am barely surviving. i am full of toxic resentment. i want revenge.
like if i get drunk and someone brings up chickens, there is a 90% chance i will cry about my chicken Rosie.
but damn, we had a serious bond and we would share spaghetti bolognaise on our terrasse together. shit was cute as fuck.
sometimes i think about my pet chickens at our old house and i cry because i know i shouldn’t have left them behind
me: where do you want to go in london?
friend: i don't care but not art museums
me: tate modern is my life, my soul and my being tho
- Fanny Price, Mansfield Park (Jane Austen)
everyone on my newsfeed is graduating and i am fucking around in paris. i don’t know who has it better, to be honest
- Robin Williams (via paintedlions)
a man could ask me to marry him and tell me he loves me everyday and i would still think “oh my god, what does he feel for me, does he really like me?!”
fuck, he could even die for me and i would say “but did he actually care?”