some of you never played online dressup games while sitting in a huge beat up desk chair while being yelled at by your mom when you were kids and it shows. grow up
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the killers played mr. brightside at their first ever performance in a cafe open mic imagine being in a fucking cafe and hearing one of the best songs of the 21st century being played for the first time
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me: i wish someone liked me
someone: [likes me]
me: i must fake my death and lie low for ten years
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people at work: wow, you are always in such a good mood, how do you do that?
me, an actually cranky, apathetic, trainwreck human: it’s called manners, susan.
“do not mistake composure for ease”
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