R.I.P. The 2976 American people that lost their lives on 9/11 and R.I.P. the 48,644 Afghan and 1,690,903 Iraqi and 35000 Pakistani people that paid the ultimate price for a crime they did not commit
this is the only september 11th post I’m reblogging
If I punch myself and it hurts, am I too weak or too strong?
Holy fuck this messed me up
Some people be like: “Woah! I have feelings for another human being! Holy shit! This is self - defining and I am utterly dependent on a degradable connection!”
Meanwhile, I’m chillin eating snacks and counting down until the first when I can have a space all my own and can selectively let others inside.
All I’m saying is some people love selfishly. I love snacks in a selfish manner. I’ll share, but don’t get it twisted, sistah.
"It’s like getting into a bath. But the water is, like, warm chocolate pudding. And the Smiths are playing "There’s a Light That Never Goes Out". There’s warm lighting all over, and then, like, five dudes massaging you."
"And you have a pizza."
"She’s right. And you also have a pizza."
The dog is now in a foster home.
Here’s to hoping I can get through the night sleeping alone *raises my 3 liter jug of water*