From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.
half the time i want to dress like a badass punk rocker and the other half i want to dress in full sweet lolita and the whole time i have no money to do either
"oh my god, you’re seriously going to pay college kids $15 an hour to flip burgers? get a real job!"
a real job? you mean, like, an internship at the white house?
okay, well what about the national democratic party?
what about interning at the united nations?
wow damn it’s almost like our economy functions on stealing labour from hardworking young people, regardless of whether their jobs are “real” or not