People think I’m that comeback kid with a rough past, but a heart of gold. In reality I’m really just an asshole.
How many times can I reblog?
Types of people who romanticize small town life:
- People who didn’t grow up in small towns
#THE LOCALS AREN’T QUIRKY#THEY’RE RACIST
#THERE’S NOTHING TO DO
#EVERYONE’S ON DRUGS
#WHY ARE YOU ACTING LIKE GANGSTERS YOU ARE WHITE AND THERE ARE COWS OUTSIDE
#YOU CANT GO TO THE GROCERY STORE WITHOUT SEEING AT LEAST FIVE PEOPLE YOU KNOW AND YOURE FORCED TO TALK TO THEM
My stomachs in my throat at the thought of leaving my true family, which currently consists of only two people, behind in a town they love and hate. I feel guilty leaving and not being here for them. They make it nearly impossible to leave and I wouldn’t, but a 20,000$ loan is already in my name, making me official 40,000$ in debt and nothing to show. I still don’t know what I want to do with my life because at 19 I’m not capable or mature enough to think 40 years into my future. The things that don’t make me want to commit suicide include: music, traveling, and drinking. That being said I could be a manager of a band and get shit for pay and live happy, but broke. What else could I do that would allow for all these things I love to come together and still let me have enough money at the end of the day so I can pay my bills and student loans?
who looks at us
the way Kristen Bell
looks at sloths.