I don’t feel that it is necessary to know exactly what I am. The main interest...– Michel Foucault (via fuckyeahexistentialism)
I’m so disenchanted.
I don't even like you that much.
But because you led me on, I’m going to look like a million bucks tomorrow in class. And I know you still want to fuck me. Too bad for you.
Sometimes late at night
I’ll see my reflection in the window. And sometimes I think it could be beautiful. I shall make tea now.
I don’t know if I’ve ever felt this lonely.