go for a punch

Some of us are winners, some were born to lose
You got the sandwich artist, the security guard
The Walmart greeter with an overdrawn credit card
He smokes ganja, ooh, it's so groovy
To stay at home and watch an Adam Sandler movie

She serves me coke and a medium fries
And no, thanks, I don't want it supersized
'Cause that's low-class, diabetes in a cup
Keep your head down, and things will look up

What the world needs is people like me
To keep it all spinnin' around
I'm the mover, I'm the shaker, I'm the headline-maker
Hmm, I get up (she gets up)
I get up

подработка в СММе это просто прикрытие, вот зачем я на самом деле оплачиваю канву про.

It’s funny how fate works. I had no idea that the cage I was building all this time was a trap for me.

Walk the layout, routines in the night

Some doors have "Stay out" spray-painted in white

While all the world's asleep, I walk around instead

Through the memories, down the halls of my head

All solitude is selfish. No one now

Believes the hermit with his gown and dish

Talking to God (who’s gone too); the big wish

Is to have people nice to you, which means

Doing it back somehow.

Virtue is social. Are, then, these routines

East is up, I'm fearless when I hear this on the low

East is up, I'm careless when I wear my rebel clothes

East is up, when Bishops come together, they will know that

Dema don't control us, Dema don't control

как же легко соснуть хуйца и пойти на поводу у толпы. купившись на ностальгичные рилсики про 2016 в инсте, и как было всё ахуена, и голубей было больше и срали они меньше, решила пролистать свой вьюи бэк ту тусаусендсикстин. НЕЕТ ПАРЕНЬ, НЕЕЕЕТ. лучше бы я этого блять не делала, сссссука. мой 2016й был блять просто ужасный, полгода я провела в отношаче с ёбаным гандоном, живя в Швеции, где у нас было 0 знакомых и никаких занятий, кроме работы и токсичной ебли мозгов друг другу. а остальные полгода я провела в ебучем РПП и дИпРеСсИи, потому что мне казалось, что мужчину лучше, чем этот ёбаный гандон не сыскать. может у кого-то всё было круто и весело, но у меня была ёбанная депрессия, изоляция, рпп и одиночество.
я где-то читала, что человеческая память это самый ненадёжный источник информации, наш мозг обожает перекручивать события давно ушедших дней, пытаясь собрать это дерьмо в целостную, логичную картину. а логики блять в жизни обычно бывает маловато. кароче, я под глубоким впечатлением.

He hated becoming Thomas Ripley again, hated being nobody, hated putting on his old set of habits again, and feeling that people looked down on him and were bored with him unless he put on an act for them like a clown, feeling incompetent and incapable of doing anything with himself except entertaining people for minutes at a time. He hated going back to himself as he would have hated putting on a shabby suit of clothes, a grease-spotted, unpressed suit of clothes that had not been very good even when it was new.

It was only out of love for me ("Love!" she screams) that she allowed herself to do the degrading things I forced quote unquote upon her. Which is not the case, Doctor! Not the case at all! Which is an attempt on this sly bitch's part to break me on the rack of guilt and thus get herself a husband. Because at twenty-nine thars what she wants, you see-but that does not mean, you see, that I have to oblige. "In September, you son of a bitch, I am going to be thirty years old!" Correct, Monkey, correct! Which is precisely why it is you and not me who is responsible for your expectations and your dreams! Is that clear? You ! "I'll tell the world about you, you cold-hearted prick! I'll tell them what a flithy pervert you are, and the dirty things you made me do! "

Indeed, during that extended period of rage that goes by the name of my adolescence, what terrified me most about my father was not the violence I expected him momentarily to unleash upon me, but the violence I wished every night at the dinner table to commit upon his ignorant, barbaric carcass. How I wanted to send him howling from the land of the living when he ate from the serving bowl with his own fork, or sucked the soup from his spoon instead of politely waiting for it to cool, or attempted, God forbid, to express an opinion on any subject whatsoever.

You want a tally, I lost the count

You want to love me, I'll let you down

You ruining your life

You losing your mind

You dyeing your hair

People say I'm jealous but my kink is watching

You crashing your car

You breaking your heart

You thinking I care

People say I'm jealous but my kink is karma