Even at my age, I’m still undercooked. Not ready. Not realizing whatever little potential I had. Maybe in another life, I could have been something great. But now it’s out of reach. My vision of what I wanted is no longer clear…
I’m just a fraction of what I could have been. Yet I can’t even see the whole pie. I’m so tired of this.
bananahomo:
killjah:
bananahomo:
it doesn’t matter. you’ll NEVER have a murder of crows circling ominously over you while you wear a slutty black outfit. idiot.
we have a guy like this in glasgow, Scotland, he’s called crow guy and the murder of crows follows him everywhere, here he is sitting down, I don’t know if the dog is his I think they just like sitting there with him
everyone wants what he has
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