That’s what careless words do. They make people love you a little less.
Let's play a game called you're hot be friends with me
let’s play a game called I’m drunk so pay attention to me
"yeah, you like english, but what are you going to do with it?"
"what kind of job can you even get with a degree like that?"
"you limit yourself too much you’re good at other things"
OKAY YES BUT CONSIDER THIS
maybe i want to go to school for something i actually enjoy
Earth’s the right place for love:
I don’t know where it’s likely to go better.
I’d like to go by climbing a birch tree,
And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk
Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more,
But dipped its top and set me down again.
That would be good both going and coming back.
One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.
I should have thought about where I was going to put all these books before I bought them. Whoops.
you are seriously beautiful and I'd probably be all like "uh...what?" if I ever saw you in real life.