oh simple thing where have you gone

just in case anyone forgot how funny shawn was:

one piece of truffle fries: *is left*
shawn: go on holly it’s calling out to you
shawn: weewooweewooweewoo
holly: oh no someone else please take it really –
shawn: weewooweewoo
holly: *eats fry*
shawn: *lifts paper in tray*
another piece of truffle fries: *is there*
shawn: WEEWOOWEEWOOWEEWOO!

shawn: oh holly if only you had more self control
shawn: you women
shawn: and that apple
shawn: “where would men be without women?”
shawn: STILL IN EDEN I WOULD SAY

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some people just weren’t born for dance but sometimes i think i was born NOT to dance.

i’m such a fucking horrible dancer i don’t know why i bother.

GAHHH  USELESS ASLKFJAS;F

hello sng you have not been replying sms-es! okay fine it was one but you are not forgiven.

what the hell am i doing here

i’m not entirely sure which it is i am more disappointed with: me, you, or humanity in general – there is increasing suspicion on my part that i don’t get along with some people because of an inherent flaw in my character, because as i go along i find out how messed up i really am, and how much of myself i don’t want to be. i think it is a terrible thing, finding yourself the antagonist in the story of your life, and hence i grow increasing disillusioned about people, as well as reticent: of course this shall only serve to propagate a vicious circle in which my tendency to dissociate decreases the likelihood of people ever knowing me for who i am, while simultaneously feeding my paranoia each time i hear whispers that everyone really secretly dislikes me for one thing or another.

oh my god i hope this isn’t going to be my last entry tethered to sanity.

up is where we go from here

while on a seemingly endless bus ride i slept/woke/slept/woke repeatedly each time waking to a new stranger next to me, and when the rain came streaking down my windows i wasn’t sure if i was dreaming until the bus pulled into marine parade and the uncanny familiarity sobered me: here i was, where once i felt differently towards you, and now three years later here’s how we stand: closer, and also farther.

i am content with this — happy, even, to have it all work out like this. i love my life, or at least most aspects of it, and this is not something i’d have imagined a younger me saying. who is to say that i won’t look back years from now and feel the same? of course i could also look back and hate everything about it, but i just want to get there already; to be an observer in retrospect. life is so easy to look back on but difficult to live.