You know what? Fuck beauty contests. Life is one fucking beauty contest after another. School, then college, then work… Fuck that. And fuck the Air Force Academy. If I want to fly, I’ll find a way to fly. You do what you love, and fuck the rest.
person: wow you’re a writer? what do you write?
me: *thinking about those 54 drafts, these lonely quotes in my notes, all these million thoughts in my head and the fact that i haven’t finished off anything*
me: well :))) things ;-);-)