Life’s shitty, and we’re all gonna die. You have friends, and they die. You have a disease, someone you care about has a disease, Wall Street people are scamming everyone, the poor get poorer, the rich get richer. That’s what we’re surrounded by all the time. We don’t understand why we’re here, no one’s giving us an answer, religion is vague, your parents can’t help because they’re just people, and it’s all terrible, and there’s no meaning to anything. What a terrible thing to process! Every. Day. And then you go to sleep. But then sometimes, things can suspend themselves for like a minute, and then every once in a while there’s something where you find a connection.
you know maybe karlie and taylor don’t hang out because the loudest parts of the kaylor fandom are, quite frankly, disgusting.
considering how much people insult her, and hate on her, and act like she’s the worst person to ever exist because she’s not doing what they want. and how elitist and arrogant everyone is. and how people basically stalk her and karlie…
like damn. if i was taylor i wouldn’t hang out with karlie either, for both of their sakes.