Bow your head and smile, everybody, because nobody really wants to see it. They take pleasure in the sight of sadness around them, feeling as if they belong. It's all good until you sit back and realise you're nothing but one of them.
Grab his neck and ride, little ladies, because nobody likes to know you can't. They take pleasure in the sight of you from this angle, in all your glory and femininity. It's all pressured until you realise there's someone who can tell your chest apart from a hundred others.
Appear busy and YouTube all day long, flustered interns, because your bosses only care you're there if you act like you belong. It's all caged until you realise you're better than them because beautiful people love you and learn from you every day.
Calm yourself and look at the creations of great human beings, unrecognized geniuses, because if it's meant to be, one day you will be paid to do what you think makes you special. It's all a reason to cry at night until you realise you're a celebrity at least to the people around you.
Quit fooling yourself and thinking you're smart just because you think you are, regularities, because more often than not you're pretty fucking typical and nobody likes an eye sore. It's all hunky dory until your parents die and there's no one left to tell you you're just as good as someone who's better looking, smarter, funnier and better in bed than you are.
Hide your money and work, my fellow robots, because if you've earned it somebody will want to take it away. They take pleasure in feeling like they went through something to get it. It's all great until you realise that something was your wallet and peace of mind.
Touch yourself and know what there is to love, desperate dismissers, because it will serve you well to know when a lover has found in you what you wanted him to want to find. It's all very easy to throw away if you don't know how you want to be seen or how you want to be loved.
Stop listening when people tell you that being yourself is enough, thriving dodos, because the fact is that it's the only thing you really can be. It's all righteousness and indignation until you realise someone will love you for what you are, even though most others will think you're a piece of shit.
Embrace how much better life is if drinking and smoking and fucking and throwing yourself into love, semi-pleasured products of mediocrity, because it is in unspeakable satisfaction that the best version of you lies. It's all great to be alone and disruptive until you discover a man who won't break you because he knows you're a part of him.
Grab his neck and ride, little ladies, because nobody likes to know you can't. They take pleasure in the sight of you from this angle, in all your glory and femininity. It's all pressured until you realise there's someone who can tell your chest apart from a hundred others.
Appear busy and YouTube all day long, flustered interns, because your bosses only care you're there if you act like you belong. It's all caged until you realise you're better than them because beautiful people love you and learn from you every day.
Calm yourself and look at the creations of great human beings, unrecognized geniuses, because if it's meant to be, one day you will be paid to do what you think makes you special. It's all a reason to cry at night until you realise you're a celebrity at least to the people around you.
Quit fooling yourself and thinking you're smart just because you think you are, regularities, because more often than not you're pretty fucking typical and nobody likes an eye sore. It's all hunky dory until your parents die and there's no one left to tell you you're just as good as someone who's better looking, smarter, funnier and better in bed than you are.
Hide your money and work, my fellow robots, because if you've earned it somebody will want to take it away. They take pleasure in feeling like they went through something to get it. It's all great until you realise that something was your wallet and peace of mind.
Touch yourself and know what there is to love, desperate dismissers, because it will serve you well to know when a lover has found in you what you wanted him to want to find. It's all very easy to throw away if you don't know how you want to be seen or how you want to be loved.
Stop listening when people tell you that being yourself is enough, thriving dodos, because the fact is that it's the only thing you really can be. It's all righteousness and indignation until you realise someone will love you for what you are, even though most others will think you're a piece of shit.
Embrace how much better life is if drinking and smoking and fucking and throwing yourself into love, semi-pleasured products of mediocrity, because it is in unspeakable satisfaction that the best version of you lies. It's all great to be alone and disruptive until you discover a man who won't break you because he knows you're a part of him.
Lovely post..Well written..
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