work · all · day · for · money

and there's a really cute ad for generic prescriptions on the side of my screen. I want to make everyone presents, like collages or something, but i don't have the tiiiiiiime.

I also really wish I had long blonde hair again.

"I'm the guy who does his job.
     Who the fuck
                     are you?"

  
 
"I do feel in my twenties I did way too much; I didn't realize I could say 'no.' It was like someone shot a gun and I just kept running and running...until I completely lost the desire to work. I felt like I had nothing to say." — Gwyneth Paltrow
 
 
"By treating our minds like storage units we never go through (but continue fill up with junk that we'll never use), we hold on to beliefs and people that do not support our growth and expansion, but only slow down our progress without increasing our level of satisfaction." — Jasmine Boussem in The Law of Subtraction

I just have a lot of feelings.

SAME AS IT EVER WAS

(Who you gonna give it to? Who you gonna steal it from? Who’s your next victim? Who you gonna lie to? Who you gonna cheat on? Who you gonna leave alone? What you gonna tell her, after she discovers you don’t really love her?)




and this song is about you playa, muthafuckin' son of a gun.

 
 
 
 
 
 
I $pend My Feelings. 

Which means

  

√ breakfast 
   nature walk
   homework until noon
   shopping