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I get tired of the expression “there’s somebody out there for everybody”. I don’t believe it. Not pessimistically, just realistically. Even if there was a pocket full of people who were “meant for me”, statistically there’s very little chance I’ll find one of them. People regularly live their entire lives alone. And I’m tired of that being a bad thing. I don’t think my life should be weighed and measured in whether or not I found the right person (or a person at all). People look at others who have won acclaim for their particular craft and helped humankind in numerous ways, and have the audacity to say that they pity them, that they are missing out on something. I’ll tell you what, if I’m ever able to donate millions of dollars of my own accord, I think the last thing I’ll think about is how shitty it is being single.
I’ve never been more emotional about any social media post in my entire life
UPDATE: guys Beth Broderick tweeted yesterday that this Salem is THE SAME SALEM!!! He’s 20 years old man!!!! 20!
That Salem is still kicking is all I care about.
That makes me so emotional wow
Just imagine turning up to work
And knowing that it’s your job to slap someone with a fake cat paw
If you haven’t added me on snapchat, you’re missing out.
This is wonderful for so many reasons.