STRAWVERRY STAJNED FINGERTIPS, CHAIN SMOKING BINGE WATCHING NETFLIX BIKE GREASE IN MY HAIR BLOOD ON YPUR JEANS BLISTERS ON YOUR FEET A HUGE GRIN FULL OF TEETH /LYR ‼️‼️‼️🗣🗣
Listening to Pigeon pit is hanging out in the woods with friends and you are probably trespassing but no one really cares. It's taking off your shoes and rolling up your pants to walk in a stream. It's hanging out until it's pitch black and your parents wanted you home hours ago
I’m just getting home from work. My feet hurt, my back hurts, my head hurts… and that’s just from working two days!! I’m not wanting to come across as whining about it, because I’m not (although I’d kill for a foot massage right now), but I am seriously scratching my head, asking myself how less than 3 months ago I managed to work 6 shifts in a row for nearly 6 months. Maybe I was burned out then, too, and have forgotten, I’m not sure. Or maybe it’s not work-related at all, and it’s just where I am right now, mentally and emotionally….
These are the moments when I think of how nice it would be to come home to a welcoming lap that I can crawl into. To make myself small, into a little ball, and nestle my head inside the crook of his neck. To close my eyes and breathe him in, to feel his warmth…and to sink my weight into the assurance of knowing this is exactly where I belong.
I am 18yrs old and i think I can finally relate to what Kafka wrote in Metamorphosis. when he emphasized that he felt like a vermin, a disgusting, distorted, horrible vermin and The fact that he felt like a vermin in front of his father shows how much self disgust he had preserved in himself.
i think that maybe, just maybe the metamorphosis perfectly explains how every teenager or any other human being feels when they are being cut open and laid on a cold steel operation table by their parents. When instead all they need are simple words of encouragement.