You know what’s creepy about Humpty Dumpty?
They never said he was an egg.
I am not a graceful person. I am not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2am, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don’t belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn’t happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don’t see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.
Is fat really the worst thing a human being can be? Is fat worse than vindictive, jealous, shallow, vain, boring, evil, or cruel? Not to me.
there could be a lil lonely ghost buddy following u around cause he thinks ur funny and cute and wishes he could talk to u and be ur friend but he cant cause hes a ghost
Life is like a pair of pants. Some days you find money in the pocket, and other days your belt loop catches on the doorknob of your classroom and you take out three desks and a foreign exchange student as you stumble in.