I realize, I realize that the shell’s empty, that there’s no point to any of this. It’s all just a random lottery of meaningless tragedy and a series of near escapes. So I take pleasure in the details. A quarter pounder with cheese- those are good. The sky about…ten minutes before it starts to rain. The moment where your laughter becomes a cackle. And I sit back and I, I smoke my camel straights, and I ride my own melt.
– Reality Bites (via sellador)
(Source: softwhisper, via oceanbloo)
I realize, I realize that the shell’s empty, that there’s no point to any of this. It’s all just a random lottery of meaningless tragedy and a series of near escapes. So I take pleasure in the details. A quarter pounder with cheese- those are good. The sky about…ten minutes before it starts to rain. The moment where your laughter becomes a cackle. And I sit back and I, I smoke my camel straights, and I ride my own melt.
– Reality Bites (via sellador)
(Source: softwhisper, via oceanbloo)
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