Do you ever look up from reading a book and get disoriented because you’re actually in your bedroom or class or somewhere that isn’t the story?
All the time.
Stanley just drank OJ out of my mug and didn’t seem to realize, it wasn’t his hot coffee. So, the question has to be asked, is there no limit to what he won’t notice?
do you ever hear a line in a song and it’s just so painfully clever you just sit there in shock for the remainder of the song
- me to all my friends: YOU CAN DO IT. YOU MAKE YOUR OWN LIFE. LET'S DO THIS TOGETHER. COME ON!!!
- me to myself: you fucking piece of shit you will amount to nothing nothing is worth it your feelings are irrational go sleep for 22 hours