*me in my grave laughing cause nobody knows the r.i.p. on my tombstone stands for rugrats in paris*
It’s funny because I reach out to everyone. I see a status or a photo that implies something’s wrong I’ll message you. When I see you crying in the hall I’ll walk up to you and give you a hug. I’ll even randomly message you to keep your head up and whatever else just to let you know I’ll always care.
but no one has ever done that for me. nobody could give two shits about how I feel. I’m so tired of helping others out when they don’t even offer to do the same.
imagine if china, while they’re up on the moon, decides to knock down the US flag or whatever just to say ‘screw you’ and its like, what are we gonna do? spend a couple million just to fly some craft up to the moon and re-erect the flag? the whole scenario would be petty and that’s hilarious
i have lived in america my entire life and i am 100% sure we would do exactly that
This is your Sunday evening reminder that you can handle whatever this week throws at you. Even if school, work or general life isn’t okay, you’ll get through it because you are damn strong and amazing.