We all think we’re going to have more time. More time to chase our dreams. More time to spend with family and friends. More time to tell someone how we feel about them. More time to get our work done. More time to do one thing or the other. We know that time is not something that’s promised to us and yet we live as if it is.
eating a stirfry that contains prawns and cashews
realise cashews kinda look like little prawn fetuses
sand is just little white pieces of dirt
Friend got me a journal that has a different instruction on each page. Excitement.
Quick post about my cousin’s birthday on Saturday because it was lots of fun and we played our own version of some Korean TV show called Running Man. This involved a game of sort-of hide n seek on steroids in the streets of Cranbourne at 12am. Team Two won, obviously (my team).
That one teacher who is so out to fucking get you that they watch your every move like a hawk, and come up to you during lunch times just to check only if your uniform is correct—WHEN IT IS—and no one else’s, then walks away dissatisfied that they didn’t get to appease their superiority complex at your expense on this particular day. It doesn’t stop there though because when they see you walking to school in the mornings, they’ll slow their car and drive beside you, stare you down until you notice, causing you to painfully fight the urge to flip them off and shit all over their wind shield.
yeah people put me in the mood to burn shit