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Two more to go!! Ask me english/nerdy questions!!

Ask me all the things!!! :)

I’ll be making the shortest video ever super soon! I is excited! :D

Ask me school related questions! Or english or literature questions!

Or life/philosophy questions! Whichever!

Or is that more of a threat than anything? Lol cuz it ain’t too great.

If you guys message me/ask me enough questions, I’ll do a quick question video!!!! Like now.

I’ve never posted a video before so you guys have never actually seen me via video or heard me speak.

So. If you wanna ask me some questions, now is the time!

Everything is going to be okay.

But, in this case, this one really makes sense to me.

Instead of “do you believe in life after love?” I prefer this one:

"Do you believe in love after life?"

After we have experienced so much of life, through trials and hardships and failed relationships, it makes me wonder if there is such thing as “love.” I mean intimate, one-on-one, sexual love.

I am beginning to wonder if it exists in the way I used to believe so strongly it did.

I think we can make powerful and intimate connections with another person. We can feel affection for him/her. But I’m not sure there is such thing as “love” the way our society seems to believe.

Maybe I’ve just become a hardened cynic. But I think I’ve lost hope. And not so much in a sad, depressed way but in a “well, I guess there ain’t no such thing. That’s unfortunate” way.

There are billions of people on this earth. There is no way there is only “one” person for each of us.

We could have multiple connections with thousands of people if we chose to. Intimate connections, either sexually, mentally, emotionally, etc.

But I don’t think that’s love.


Woke up at 1:30 p.m.
Started crying.
Stayed in bed crying until 3:45 p.m.
Only got out of bed because I realized I could eat my sorrow.
Purchased said sorrow food.
Back in bed.
About to consume.

Side note: despair is expensive.

Need this today…

Need this today…

(Source: voyeurchic)

Life is just a string of goodbyes and fuck-ups.

It’s a beautiful day in the neighbourhood — to essay.

(Yes, “essay” is now a verb.)


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