I’m the one who defines the motto “fake it till you make it”
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I’m the one who defines the motto “fake it till you make it”
What's the point of holding the same conversation over and over again. You meet a new person, you introduce yourselves, and you ask the same old questions: What do you like to do? How old are you? What grade? What profession? It's all just empty words to fill silence and time. We might as well be asking about the weather. What if we were to ask stranger questions? What would it be like to have wings? If you won the lottery, what would you do with it? Anything but the dull old questions, please.
i! am! so! fucking! fed! up!
this has turned into a pretty brutal day and I can't say I'm thrilled about it.
This propunk song is gonna kill me guys
Google search one week post-graduation: promising psychology careers near me
Google search three months post-graduation: where can i sell 1 lightly used kidney near me
I WISH MY DAD HAD MORE MODESTY