Stick boy

Get a damn job, own a wife, make a little boy, grow a beard, you fcuking bastard, own the damn world and blow it all on a bad bet, settle down, way way way down and stay there, let moss grow all over you. That’s your future, it’s everybody’s njoy it loser.   Advertisements

Nice to everybody

The more you see how temporary everything is, the more you want to be extremely nice to everybody. Reminders, from today To the war veteran on the wheelchair, sitting outside on a warm day The young woman alone with a child To the young man huddled in the comfort of his cheap phone The beggar […]