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districtnineand-three-quarters:
if this eggplant gets less than 5 million notes i’m going to be so upset
Reblogging because eggplant
Fewer than 5 million notes. Fewer. Not less.
I believe that it is called an aubergine.
IN AMERICA WE LET EGGS BE PLANTS BECAUSE FREEDOM
In Britain we let those AUBERGINES live once we heal them with our FREE HEALTH CARE
NOBODY CARES, ENGLAND
at least America came up with their own word and didn’t steal ours
you used the wrong flag France
omfg welcome to tumblr
they’re eggplants in canada because bagged milk
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In French, you don’t really say “I miss you.” You say “tu me manques,” which is closer to “you are missing from me.”
I love that. “You are missing from me.” You are a part of me, you are essential to my being. You are like a limb, or an organ, or blood. I cannot function without you.
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Thank you for the compliment on the poems! I’m glad that someone reads them and that you like them! :) But if you feel the same way I do, I hope that you are able to get over this slump quickly. It’s is not healthy to be like this!
So close is the deadline.
What should I do for it?
What should I write for it?
Regardless, It has to count.
That time is closing fast.
Will I have something good?
Will it all pan out for __?
Only time will tell me…
But those thought sometimes
Cross my mind. Like a “What if”
To think of how it might be.
But, it scares me too much.
I think about right before.
Right before that accident
Right before it all unfolds.
Who am I able to contact?
Maybe I’m wearing blinders.
Maybe I have to open my eyes.
Maybe I should take that advice.
Maybe I need something.
What is this I am yearning?
What is it that I want to hold?
What are my goals in life?
What is reality?
I have lost sight of things.
Am I losing my mind?
Am I finally going crazy?
All of the madness finally is…
A good friend told me to play my life as if I was the Sim. Maybe I should start doing that…
I feel like I am that “passer by” friend.
A person you make friends with
But then after a while, they fade away.
I am passed by and slowly forgotten.
This happens to me so often. It hurts.
What is a friend even considered today?
Those though of friends, pass me by.
Losing friend after friend, gets tiring.
That may be apart of the circle of life but,
The radius of that circle seems quite small.
I almost feel used. But, that’s all my fault.
Everything is always my fault anyways.
I need your distraction.
I need that escape.
But I’m not the only one.
You need it just as much.
One of us: Busy. No free time.
The other: Time. Nothing to do.
Both of us carry lots of weight.
Both of us seem lost in reality.
But, time has stricken us.
Crippled us completely.
Can we get back on our feet?
I hope we can. But do you?
Damit. Life is just hates me.
I am so broken. Never fixed.
Relationships. Friendships.
None of which ever work.
They all pass me by. Everyone.
It’s like I’m a skipping stone.
I push them on to better things.
But I never progress myself.
I just stay that stone to help.
But never can get help myself.
To see everything move forward,
But myself, hurts me everytime.