Oh My God

oh my god

oh my god

life’s too short to use guilt as a manipulation tactic to convince teenagers on tungle dot com to reblog your stupid poorly researched text post

You were always on the outside looking in.

Even back at school when everyone gathered in the park to watch fat Barry crash his moped into the swings you were alone, watching from the midst of some piss soaked bushes.

No one invited you, but you lived vicariously through the stories of your peers.

If you close your eyes you can almost imagine it’s you kissing sad, panda eyed, unconfident Lucy beneath the Princess Diana memorial-rather than Joe with his hair that looks like it’s smothered in goose fat and his one pirate looking earring.

Everyone else grew up so fast. Most of them had kids before they were twenty, still kids themselves really.

Not you though. You just watched it all unfurl before you; beans and bacon, the lives of others experienced by proxy of Facebook or an afternoon in the park spent watching mother and son play and wishing more than anything you had a real reason to be there.

Beans though. They’re so versatile. Bacon, makes everything better. Or so they say.

But you can’t help but wonder…did the people who said that, did they ever feel quite like you do?

Alone. Cold beans. Half remembered glimpses of someone else’s happiness.

Not even the thickest and largest toupee can protect Donald Dump from that big ass burn.

This. Pretty much. The more submissive eridan is the better.