Go to a coffee shop. Sit by the bar with the glass windows and look out. Look at all the people running to catch a train. All the girls with one too many shopping bags. All the couples too in love to care. Then you’ll see it - a bit of yourself in everyone. And somehow, sitting alone in a coffee shop had never felt so good.
in my english class we have to fill in this chart and say how many hours we’ve been on the computer or watching tv and say what we’re doing and why and my friend looked at me and said “you should probably lie a little.”
You are not free until you have no need to impress anybody.
once my friend was waiting for her mom to pick her up and she called her mom and her mom said “im on my way, the traffic is just slow, im coming” and my friend went “mom i called the house phone”
a haiku for the bus driver who deliberately drove past me
I swear to god bruh
Let me catch you in the streets
Bruh I swear to god