things are going pretty okay and I’m really proud of the way I look right now but I also feel pretty anxious a lot of the time, and also I haven’t been this lonely in a long while.
Fugees by Rachelle Clinton for Rap Pages (1994)
so mad at myself for spending three years of my life hanging out with people who think it’s cool to hate shit and be sad all the time for no goddamn good reason at all. that shit was so toxic, and I’d have a much higher self-esteem if I didn’t spend all that time learning how to hate myself and my parents.
halo masterchief turned to cortana. “cortana,” he said, “search spacenet for ‘hella boobs’.”
"masterchief, you are looking at boobs. i was designed with the express purpose of being a hologram with boobs, looking naked and everything while people also use me as some kinda super computer. that’s pretty fucked up but here i am"
"cortana i want to look at more boobs. search boobs," replied masterchief grimly, thinking back on the war