I can’t explain what I mean. And even if I could, I’m not sure I’d feel like it.
— J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (via decrepito)
As I was passing by all the huge Oakton houses…
I felt pain and hatred for these people. Just the thought that they have so much money that they happen to have because of their parents and also the thought that with that money, their life is up to them to decide. They probably don’t worry about their grades in school because they can either buy it off or have their prestige get them places. That is so bullshitwhen the biggest problem they ever probably had was a little boy girl drama or a ripped article of clothing. In my perspective, I see them in a dream world, and it’s like ignorance is bliss. Oh well, I still need to remain objective; this sight just affected me deeply today.
So many beautiful and bedazzling women out there :)
I want to tell them how much of a sight they are for the sore eyes of mine!
