You remember too much,
my mother said to me recently.
Why hold onto all that?
And I said,
Where do I put it down?
|—||Anne Carson, from “The Glass Essay” (via vrban)|
But I swear to god, I’m gonna die full of naive optimism
a teenager’s heartbreaking conviction that things can be different.
Oh yeah, things are gonna be real different when we’re finished around here.
I always wanted to die young
Never fuck with someone who cries when they’re mad. They’ll stab you 48 times and cry in your stab wounds.
days n daze - misanthropic drunken loner
I want to hide away in the back of a cave
at the top of a mountain
where no one can hear me and no one can see me
so I don’t have to deal with them
and they don’t have to deal with me
Cause relationships are overrated
maybe I’m just tired and jaded
but I’m sorry I just like myself more than I like you
So call me anit-social call it masterbation
Either way it’s a solo operation
I’m just far more comfortable alone
Should You Catcall That Woman?