It’s funny how lately… When I talk to certain people, or experience certain things… I feel like there are all these signs. And they all point to “GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE”. There are people here that I love and I will miss a lot… But really, i’m just over this shit. Maybe I need a new start somewhere fucking else.
ourwonderyears: Your car is Japanese. Your Vodka is Russian. Your pizza is Italian. Your kebab is Turkish. Your vacation is Mexico. Your democracy is Greek. Your coffee is Brazilian. Your movies are American. Your tea is Tamil. Your shirt is Indian. Your oil is Azeri. Your electronics are Chinese. Your numbers Arabic, your letters Latin. And you complain that your neighbor is...