February 2012
france: ten
france: twenty
france: thirty
france: forty
france: fifty
france: sixty
france:
france:
france: sixty ten
world: france what are you do—
france: four twenties
world: france stop it
france: four twenties ten
world: france that doesn't even make any sense
france:
france:
france:
world:
france:
world:
france: hundred.
i’m going to take full advantage of my weekend off work by attempting to complete pokemon yellow.
conbz:
To me, God will always be the person that could have made Pokemon real but instead was like “Nah man, Malaria.”
i genuinely wish it were possible to just take a ‘day off’ from life and consciousness. to just stay asleep for an entire day without thinking or eating or having to interact with other human beings and then you just wake up ready for the next day. i need that right now.
bad mood has hit me in the face like a tonne of bricks this is not cool. why do i keep doing this to myself over and over and over again.
everyone: are you okay
everyone: you look tired
everyone: you look upset
everyone: you look confused
everyone: are you mad at me
everyone: what are you mad at
me: IT'S MY FAAAAAAAAACE
i don’t want to go home and i don’t want to be in guildford right now either. why does everything go to shit the moment i begin to feel even remotely happy.
