people on the internet: you're so pretty why are you single
your crush: get out of my way you demented potato
welcome to hell
The greatness wish is our misery. we’re used to the best stories,the most platonically intense loves,the most dangerous edges, the longest nights, the highest lusts, the strongest wills…as we’ve been told, as we see in movies, as we are tought to be. And if any of this turns average, blue shadows cover us. We cry not for the lack of love, but for it not being remarkeable. We get high but we want more, we need more. We wanna run until our legs get wasted, we wanna smoke until our lungs explode, we won’t stop screaming until our throat gets soared and our voice breaks. We long for living to the fullest. The generalized sadness doesn’t mean we don’t appreciate our youth, it’s that we are so concern that this is the time of our lives and that it’ll never come back that a single full stop in the script drenched of failure,makes us wanna die. We wake up willing for success, wanting to be bigger than anything in the world, and when something else becomes bigger than us is when we find ourselves unable to handle it. You have tought us that we ought to be perfect and we can’t manage to fight it.
