I taught myself the only way to vaguely get along in love, is to like the other slightly less than you get in return. I keep feeling like I'm being undercut
We are Sunday's best, this is not a time for heroes, a time to fulfill issued obligations. Times like these when we know our most mundane chores are the ones which need to be delivered upon. It's laundry days, it's the last cigarette in your pack, the bottom of the bottle. It's the thing makes you wake up in the morning and face the coming hours. With no promises of greatness, it's you, and it's us. It is them. Needs outweigh all your aspirations. We are not the weekend warriors, we are the dregs of these new beginnings, this is the laundry day project, the illegitimate shared by all.