i think the worst feeling is realizing i was just another number. how stupid was i?
is it just me, or do several comedians hate some guy named steve? think i’m crazy? here’s proof:
“candle light and moonlight all around us, i look into your eyes. you hold my hand underneath the table and i can’t disguise the way i feel. i coulda wished a thousand wishes for this night, i can’t believe that it’s finally me and you, and you and me, just us….and your friend steve.” - you, me, and steve, by garfunkel and oates
“i like my friend, he’s a real guy’s guy. he’s not a loud mouth like that cunt-hole steve.” - we like sportz, by the lonely island
“i’m not a large water-dwelling mammal. where did you get that perposterous hypothesis? did steve tell you that, perchance?….steve.” - hiphopopotamus vs. rhymenocerous, by flight of the conchords
“see don diego, and i feel ridiculous saying that….that’s why we need google in the delivery room. so when your mom was like, ‘i’m gonna name him don digeo,’ google would show up and say, ‘did you mean steve???’” - amy schumer, when telling a guy that his birth name, don diego, was too long.
“i hate my life and it hates me back and my friend is black. but i don’t know what to call him, so i just call him….’what up jamal’….even though his name is steve.” - what’s funny, by bo burnham
think it’s all the same steve?
can you please stop sucking? please?
i don’t know how much more heart ache i can endure. how many friends i have to watch suffer. how many amazing people have to be taken away too soon.
i just want to feel normal again. i just want to be sure of….anything. to feel in control. to feel like a participant, and not a spectator.
when did it all become too much? when did life stop giving people breaks?
so, will you please think about it? at least for a little while….just take a break from sucking. or you could just forward this to 2012 and tell him not to suck. hopefully he’ll be better. —fingers crossed—
Sadness is a pearl.
Sadness is my boyfriend
Oh, sadness I’m your girl.” —Lykke Li (via jacqueenmcqueen)
Realizing I have it;
Someone pisses me off;
Someone tells me a joke;
I’m sitting in class all;
I’m craving food all;
My parents tell me to do something;
Going to bed;
Waking up, and seeing blood in my underwear;
Realizing it’s finally over;
so why aren’t i breathing any better?
Me and my friends: