"I Was Good. I Was Really Good."
"I was good. I was really good."
- Last words of Neil Perry, Dead Poets Society (1989)
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Of course, the Ancient Greeks never went to high-school or they'd realize....
We don't need the gods to mess things up for us.
- Ellie Chu, The Half of It (2020)
Oh to lose all your shit over just a simple "No" and a soft smile.
Me:I love IT!
Random person:?
Me:*sighs* The clown movie
Me starting up a conversation which I practiced for weeks: *awkward, soo awkward, why the hell do I have to be so awkward* *okay I need to calm down.* *Yeah things seem normal.* *Time to say a hi* The body smells bad, you need to hid it. *wtf did I just say* *omgomgomgomgomgomg*
Them: What body?
Me: *shit* The dead body? *shit so awkward*
Them: Oh, okay.
Me: Great! *awkward intensifies* *runnnn*
She lives the poetry
she cannot write.
Oscar Wilde