if i was famous i’d just tour around the country without telling anyone and go to random college campuses late at night, and i’d wait until i saw one person walking by themselves and i’d walk behind them and put my hands over their eyes and say guess who and when they turned around it’d be me and they’d be like omg and then i’d say “no one will ever believe you” and i’d just sprint off into the moonlight
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“Boy I sure do wish I was as cool as that trumpet player!”
“Gee, I sure wish I could play as loud as that flautist!”
“Wowwee, I wish I had a part as complicated as that tuba…
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you know that moment
when you can’t tell if your essay actually makes sense
or if you’re starting to believe your own bullshit
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I’m not happy.