The idea of spontaneously getting on a train and going somewhere far might be romantic in another country but England is too small for that. Pull an Eternal Sunshine and go where? Fucking Slough? Go to fucking Slough and get a fucking boots meal deal?
i only understand about 60% of the words in this post but i still think its funny
why do ppl treat random folks on tumblr like they’re street performers working for tips?? y’all be up in ppl’s inboxes like “hi do u think u can stop posting about xyz?? it’s getting really annoying :(“ ummm u do realize that i am just some stranger on the internet posting random shit im thinking about n not some kind of entertainer right…?
do you ever get weirded out by the fact that everyone around you is constantly within their own mind and thinking a million secret thoughts and battling internal struggles just like you and that you’re not the only one who thinks these things and that the people around you aren’t just faces meant to fill up your life but they’re actually really deep people who have a lot more to them than you ever actually even think about
