I live in the city of dreams. I live where dreams are made of. I live in the greatest city in the fucking world. Why am I not going for my dream the way I should be? I’m waking the fuck up and I’m going to do what I want to reach the level of success I want. I’m going to make it.
i’m not very good at small talk, i want 2 talk about dying and aliens and sex and meaning and the sky i am terrible at asking about school and weather