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Harold..
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Lmao
In her essay Tik Tok the great philosopher Ke$ha declared that ‘the party don’t start till I walk in.’ which is clearly meant to convey that any recreational gathering is not truly a party until Ke$ha herself arrives.
But what if Ke$ha were to leave the party for some period of time only to then walk in again? This paradoxical scenario in which a party must simultaneously already exist and not exist yet is known as Ke$ha’s Quantum Party and has stumped theoretical physicists for decades.
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Things I learned about myself today
I like the sound water makes
I do not sleep well in a made bed
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Dang. Maybe we really are just clones..
does anyone else with intrusive thoughts do that weird dismissive head shake when they get them to kinda like.. reverse/reject the thought or is that just me
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IM SCREAMING
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You know, being vaguely jealous of a lot of my friends for having significant others, I also thank fucking god i don't compromise myself even half of the way in which they do. I feel like most people are just afraid to be alone. I'd rather be alone than keeping company for the sake of it.
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I need an actual blog coz fuck
1.17.18
Coz for some dumb fuckin reason, Tumblr doesn't date your posts. That I am aware of. I just need some empty space to vent in because I've been going kind of cray lately.
It's probably, mostly, seasonal affect disorder, or the stress of becoming a manager at my job, or the crazy hours I've been working. Or who knows, but here I am. I should be asleep. I have to be up in like 5 hours so I can shower for the first time in days (it's cool, it's winter) before work.
I hate waking up every day and can't think of a single thing to look forward to. I have no friends really at the moment which is weird for me, because I've always kind of had a crew. It's been lonely and shit, but I also kind of facilitate it with my newish hatred of most people and the goddamn insane hours i work. But like, what the fuck am I even doing.
The scary part is, that's a feeling that has yawned for years. It's not like it's ever too late to figure yourself out I guess, but as each year of passionateless life goes by, I have to wonder. Is mediocrity going to kill me?
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