At this rate, by the time I show up at the doorstep of my thirties, I’ll closely resemble that kind of guy from those movies where it starts off showing him as an outwardly charming, kind, good-looking, sociable guy who lives in the city and has a lot of friends, a decent amount of money, perhaps a successful business, but then his true nature surfaces and he turns out to be actually almost absolutely emotionally unavailable, has a few vices of varying severity that he keeps somewhat well-hidden, has spent the past 5 to 10 years considering a punching bag his closest friend, wakes up at 4:30AM 7 days of the week to drink coffee alone in silence, goes to the movies by himself, suffers from permanent stoner eyes, and plays the same round of open mics at the same bars every thursday — stumbling drunkenly home at 2AM to sit on the couch and soak in a massive existential crisis until the sun comes up.
i hope that one day when you’re
sitting on a park bench
smoking cigarettes and reading Bukowski
a wonderful young gentleman comes to your rescue
before the day that you realize
that person doesn’t exist
and Bukowski is a depressing liar
and you should probably try
a dating site or something
you know what upsets me
bunnies have tons of sex
like supposedly always humping right
but does that affect how we look at bunnies?
do we still think bunnies are cute af?
do we want bunnies any less because of their sex habits?
treat people like bunnies ok
this has been a psa