“Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion’s starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don’t see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often, it’s not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it’s always there - fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know, none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge - they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I’ve got a sneaking suspicion… love actually is all around.”—love actually
I need to be alone for a while. The summer is thankfully approaching, it’ll give me comfort. I used to think I was a loser for being an anti-social hermit but now I realize it’s better that way. Life is much simpler, there is not a lot to think about.
I’m sorry. For what I did, what I said. Even for you what you did and said. I’m sorry that this whole thing has gotten so outta hand. I’m sorry I didn’t spend 4/20 with you guys. I’m sorry people ask me where you guys are, when they say its unusual to see me without my asain and my midget attatched to my hip. I’m sorry we’ve got problems, that I’ve got problems. I’m sorry we don’t listen to those weird mixed CDs while we get ready to go party. I’m sorry we don’t smoke weed and raid my kitchen all day, and then get yelled at by my mom for not cleaning up after ourselves. I’m sorry we don’t write in the green book anymore. I’m sorry we don’t stick up for one another anymore. I’m sorry we don’t talk with each other about bettering ourselves, about becoming wealthy and worth something. I’m sorry we don’t randomly sing really loud and make funny faces. I’m sorry we don’t talk to eachother in weird accents that we’re all really kinda bad at. I’m sorry we never proved everyone else wrong, sorry we couldn’t prove ourselves right. I’m sorry we became the type of friends we said we never would be. I’m sorry that we all seem to think making things right has to be some epic thing we should avoid or drag out at all costs. I’m sorry I miss your crazy asses and the dumb shit we did. I’m sorry that doesn’t matter anymore.
Without the plow, the cotton gin, and replaceable parts, it’s doubtful that penutbuttajelly would have the time and/or means to share the status of her dog’s testicles, her excitement for spring break, and her disgust over The Bachelor finale in under 140 characters.
Never in my life have I ever been homesick until now. Sometimes I feel extremely lonely, and thinking about my mom’s food makes my tears just wash down my face. To me, home food is where my heart is. When I miss the food, it’s equivalent to missing my family.