I wonder how many stranger’s stories we make it into? You know, maybe someone saw you in passing and told their friends about how pretty the girl in the lavender sweater was. Or maybe they overheard you say a joke and repeated it to their friend, confessing that they heard it from some guy at the store.
and be my friend.
And remember that I love you even at my worst.
now i can show this to everyone who’s like “you’re kinda quiet today what’s wrong”
and they can finally leave me the fuck alone
i should probably be more upset than i am that this was reposted but this comic was originally an expression of those low points described that i personally feel and knowing that its helped so many people really means a lot
why are people so caught up in romanticizing the past? romanticize the future. there will be robots and slightly more equality
If i could, i would be a weeping willow, planted next to the loneliest lake, so that i could reflect off of the bottomless sorrow, the motionless puddle of tears. It would be perfect, nothing but the company of myself, no one to lie to, no one to hide from, and when i became tired of being lonely, i would wilt away like my human heart.