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HELLO MY FELLOW EARTHLING!!!

Come one, come all, to this tragic affair...

Is this really worth fighting for?
          

That moment when you want to snuggle into hoodies and blankets but it's so fucking hot

when your friend lowkey makes you feel too many feels

ball: *rolls under couch*
          
          Dog: 911!! HELP MY BALL IS UNDER THE COUCH
          911: Have you tried barking at it?
          Dog: YEAH NOTHING HAPPENED
          911: OmG
          Dog: OmG

when the playlist is on shuffle and northern downpour starts playing .-.

when you're about to send a subtly flirty pm but don't because anxiety

Dancing on the crumbling precipice
          The rocks are coming loose just at the edge
          Are we laughing? Are we crying?
          Are we drowning? Are we dead?
          Or is it all a dream?
          
          The bombs are getting closer everyday
          "That could never happen here" we used to say
          Have these wars come to our doorstep?
          Has this moment finally come?
          Or is it all a dream?
          
          To a predetermined fate are we condemned?
          Or maybe we're a book without an end?
          We're not stories, we're not actors
          We're awake and in control
          And this is not a dream
          
          So can we break this mold
          And set in motion something new?
          Forgetting what we know
          An evolution overdue
          Fight the current
          Pull the ripcord
          Get away!
          
          Well-trodden paths are all we take
          We need a storm, let's pray for rain now
          To wash these roads away
          Let's get off track and wander far
          Same roads lead to same destinations
          Follow nothing but your heart
          We're talking in our sleep
          And sleeping through our lives
          And we dream of the places where we never die
          We step from the shadows and into the light

Oh, Johnny wishes he was famous
          Spends his time alone
          In the basement
          With Lennon and Cobain
          A guitar and a stereo
          While he wishes he
          Could escape this
          It all seems so contagious
          Not to be yourself and faceless
          In a song that has no soul