i was sitting in the bathroom today when like 5 girls walked in and i stopped pooping right away cause i didn’t want them to hear me but then i thought why is taking a shit so bastardized today like why cant i poop in peace in the privacy of my own stall without caring if people listen to the flop flop plop plop sploosh sploosh like damn just sing along to the ploop blop and enjoy symphony no. 9 a la my asshole
If needed I could pack my life into a large suitcase. I’m not going to lie and say a small suitcase cause where would I put my books? Looking around in the dim light of my room I pick out the necessities. First, my books. I’d allow myself the ones I couldn’t replace. The used copy of This Side of Paradise, Pride and Prejudice, Naked in Death, Wizard’s First Rule,Anthem, The Hunger Games, A Princess of Mars, and Tennyson’s best collection.
I could throw in a couples of DVD’s. Maybe Pride and Prejudice, season 10 of Smallville or The Avengers if there’s room. I’d toss in some makeup along with the miniature elephant carving my mother had. An extra pair of jeans, my black converse, a tunic dress, some t-shirts, and a black jacket would be stuffed in a suitcase.
I’d grab my stuffed tiger Alfonse with one hand, my suitcase with the other and turn off the lights with goodbye on my lips.
“Study me as much as you like, you will never know me, for I differ a hundred ways from what you see me to be. Put yourself behind my eyes, and see me as I see myself, for I have chosen to dwell in a place you cannot see.”—Rumi (via thatkindofwoman)