19 y/o hoodrat livin' under your bathroom sink.
God created us, it’s such a gift. We have the chance to go to heaven. Let me think about that: Heaven is promised to me. God is merciful; that is, in fact, an aspect of Him I now understand. He plopped me in this dark sea abbyss called life, its churning and crashing waves black because it’s night, the vast expanse of nothing i see before me makes up not just length and distance, but space and time, and a smidgen of the fourth demension, the eleventh dimension.
our thoughts know no bounds, they are not caged up in the pens of minds, but in fact they transcend space, we are what makes up space: our thoughts. We are our thoughts. I have come to accept the fact that they, like everything around them, are immaterial.
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At first you wonder if it’ll actually work and look good like
But then you really think it will and you’re like
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| Me: | im gonna have a social life and a great academic career |
| Tumblr: | stfu bitch |
| Pottermore: | sit the fuck back down |
| Facebook: | i will cut you |
| StumbleUpon: | you're not fucking going anywhere |
| Me: | ok |
By the time you find a working pencil among your 34197 pencils, and your creative writing notebook, which has been placed ONLY GOD KNOWS WHERE, it’s gone. That line of brilliance and poetic finesse has left you and gone off into the GODDAMNED OBLIVION, leaving you an always worthless, mediocre writer.
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