I don’t believe in guilty pleasures. If you fucking like something, like it. That’s what’s wrong with our generation: that residual punk rock guilt, like, “You’re not supposed to like that. That’s not fucking cool.” Don’t fucking think it’s not cool to like Britney Spears’ “Toxic.” It is cool to like Britney Spears’ “Toxic”! Why the fuck not? Fuck you! That’s who I am, goddamn it! That whole guilty pleasure thing is full of fucking shit.
I have no interest in one night stands.
I have no interest in 6 month stands.
I have no interest in love made for movie screens.
I want for someone to take my body and soul,
and spend the rest of their life with me.
I want another human to fall asleep next to me
tomorrow and the next day and an eternity after that.
Someone who I wake up next to and never have wonder if they are going to leave.
To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.
sorry i’m late, professor. im disenchanted with the human experience and waking up every morning thrusts me into an instant existential crisis