i wish there was a non-assholeish way to say “our friendship has run its course, you make me uncomfortable with your feelings and a lot of shit you do pisses me off bye”
3-4 hours sleep on a weekend and I feel fine and dandy, 4-5 before I go to work and I feel like death…
Donating money to charities and supporting my friends’ music etc. are really really important, but my primary concern is how I’m going to afford to feed myself. I love that I’m surrounded by people that are passionate about their cause, but for god’s sake what’s the point in taking care of someone else rather than myself?
anyone who thinks that people who are on benefits are using that money on “extravagant purchases” obviously have no fucking idea how much money you actually get.
Like we’re thinking ‘yeah, I need money for bills, rent, food, necessities, travel expenses, clothes, and some for emergencies but I think I’ll just buy this super expensive thing instead cos fuck it - I’m on benefits!’
When its actually ‘I have a fiver left over. I’m gonna keep that in the bank and buy myself something nice when I can afford it.’
Being poor and sick sucks and everyone deserves a treat once in a while. Do try not to be a complete bastard all your life, eh?
cowboys dont roll joints. they tumble weed
and you might say it’s self-indulgent
you might say its self-destructive
but, you see, it’s more productive
than if i were to be healthy
this is the closest the internet will ever get to properly representing england
Ughh my whole heart. Nothing means more to me than this.