There is no point in living. There is no point in dying. If I keep living, it makes no difference. If I die, it makes no difference. I didn’t choose to be born. If I could choose what to become I’d want to be a tree. Undisturbed. Strong. Useful. But I got dealt a different hand. I guess all I have left is to suck it up and ignore it. God knows that’s what everyone else does.
I dunno about you guys, but I fucking hate Valentine’s Day. Iit’s not because I’m single either, since I’m not. I’ve just always disliked the crowds of people in pink and red, arms full of roses and chocolates and plush animals, filling the halls.
But on a lighter note, it’s also Michelle’s birthday. Why not give her a follow? michelle-laneous.tumblr.com
The only people that deserve to die (figuratively speaking) are the ones who tell others to kill themselves and think it’s okay to tell someone to kill themselves.
If you tell someone to kill themselves you are no friend of mine. Grow up and get rid of some of your ignorance first.
You don’t just tell people to kill themselves. You have no idea what other people are going through and how much effect your vacuous words may have.
I don’t want a lot for Christmas
There is just one thing I need
I don’t care about the presents underneath the Christmas tree
I just want you for my own more than you will ever know
Make my wish come true
Baby, all I want for Christmas is:
- a tardis
- basically ALL the things