do you ever get in those moods where you don’t feel like reading and you don’t feel like being on the internet and you don’t feel like watching a show and you don’t feel like sleeping and you don’t feel like existing in general
i passed these three guys while walking down the ave and one of them called out “you have pretty eyes!” and another one said “have a nice day!” is this the catcalling of the future because i gotta be real im pretty ok with it
i want to write the kind of short stories you read in english class that are on this weird level of surrealism that they still haunt you years down the road
i saw a 67 chevy impala outside my school today
the second i got home i did the same thing that any normal person would do. i searched for strange deaths and disappearances in my town.
- me: i'll do it at 7PM
- time: 7:02PM
- me: oops too late gotta wait till 8 now
Him: I don’t date black women. It’s just a preference.
Me: Based on what?
Him: Nothing, it’s just how I feel.
Me: Impossible, deliberate aversions come from somewhere.
Him: Its just a preference, that’s all.
Me: No, a preference is preferring broccoli to asparagus. You can say that because asparagus will always taste the same, even when prepared differently.
Me: And we’re not always the same at all. There are hundreds of millions of us and we’re each completely different from the next. If an employer said not hiring Black people was a preference would you agree?
Him: No, but that’s based on stereotypes.
Me: … And what is yours based on, facts?
some of my music makes me want to cuddle for 7 hours and some of my music makes me want to do hard drugs in a motel room while wearing lingerie