Because If You Say Something In An Empty Room Echoes.

i hate people who know chess and highways. don't say numbers to me

THIS. The exact summation of my social life. There but not really there.

i miss my friends

When you see it, REBLOG IT.

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Coffee

Admittedly, I hate coffee, and I used to tell people that I loved it and it was my favourite drink but after reading An Abundance of Katherine's I kinda just realised that, in the words of John Green, "It tastes like stomach bile."

Don't get me wrong though, like Colin I love the IDEA of coffee, it tastes like my soul and it's Five's favourite drink. The beverage of choice for sarcastic smart people is honestly overrated, and that's probably the only reason I drink it like it's the ambrosia of the gods or something. (Plus the added benefits of staying awake long enough to finish that 5000 word essay due tomorrow)

Anyways 5/10 drink, would not recommend. Get yourself a bottle of Jack Daniels and/or some overly carbonated soda and you're good.

( Coffee flavoured things though...)

High Heffner actually published a short story in Playboy about a world where heterosexuality was condemned instead homosexuality, it's actually really interesting because it was met with outrage which is ironic to say the least

(ik we're talking about genders but I thought this was an interesting example)

dystopia au where we are all assigned one of two chosen genders at birth

Can't believe I'm a diehard Green Day fan AND a bassist but I forgot to wish Mike Dirnt happy birthday

I Was Still Fucking Talking

I started the conversation.

Me.

I fucking spoke.

And while I was mid-sentence—

you left.

No goodbye.

No “let’s move this elsewhere.”

Just gone.

Like my voice didn’t matter.

Like I was fucking background noise.

You made a new chat.

Without me.

Didn’t say a word.

Just left me

talking into a fucking graveyard.

I wasn’t annoying.

I wasn’t wrong.

I was still fucking talking

when you decided I didn’t matter.

And now I’m alone,

trying not to scream,

trying not to shatter,

trying not to believe

you saw me

and chose to look away.

I am not quiet.

I am not okay.

I am not

invisible.

Even if you treat me like I fucking am

Coffee is fucking disgusting and the only reason you drink it is because you want to tell people you drink it or you just like pain.

(I like pain)

HOLY FUCK. I SHIT YOU NOT I WATCHED THIS WHEN I WAS NINE AND I FORGOT ABOUT IT BUT IT KEPT APPEARING IN WIERD VISIONS AND MEMORIES I COULDN'T RECALL UNTILL I SAW THIS POST.

nothing I can ever explain will make this show make sense

I did cut it bc there’s like hidden cartoon nudity but cmon unless you’re like 13 you’ll be fine