Each one of us is nature’s unique way of defining perfect.
We are all an expression of natures kreativity.
And as such a proof of diversity.

“The internet made me do it” aka. “Welcome to the dark side”

Sitting inside a starbucks “café” with my macbook drinking chai tea with soy milk…

Somebody please hit me. I can’t bare my own phonyness.

(The macbook is a) used and b) a present plus I don’t have internet access at my place that is fast enough to load stuff in this millenium. And yes I happen to be vegan too but I don’t think of it as anything like my religion.)


Still, if I saw myself through the window I’d be disguisted about that rich kid drinking effing soy chai tea and using an effing macbook to go on mother effin’ hipster tumblr.


Maybe I shouldn’t judge people because of stuff like that.

But maybe someone should just call me a phony and kick my ass.

Sometimes I have to remind myself that other people might not laugh about the same things I do.

So I don`t go:
“…I saw a show about animals going wild and this man was bitten in the head by a crocodile n shit. Hehehe”

Akward.
Am I a bad person?

I dreamed that there was a boy who had a viper in his shoe.
He killed it by crushung it’s head with his foot.

And I’m still wondering how he avoided to get bitten.