The Banality of Evil
I wish we said “fancy” in America. As in, “I fancy you.” It’s such a more agreeable term than “I have a crush on you.” What’s a crush? Like, I AM A BOA CONSTRICTOR AND I AM GOING TO IMMOBILIZE YOU WITH MY MISPLACED AND OBSESSIVE AFFECTION. “I fancy you” is like, you’re so shiny and glittery and I just want to put you on a shelf and look at you for a while ‘cause you’re fancy.
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It has always been my suspicion although ironic and silly
that shallow people, drown.
I hate when the late night conversation with you gets super deep. sucks cause that actually made me think things will be different when I wake up because of the way you were talking to me and you told me how you felt. But in the morning things were just the way it was.
WORD, FUCK PEOPLE.
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