Perhaps Even the Damned May Be Saved

She went black in the eyes and said, “I don’t fucking care if you like it.”

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“..and the simple words he wrote her, said he loved her, and they told her how he’d hold her if his arms would reach. Wish you were here, wish you could see this place, wish you were near, wish I could touch your face. The weather’s nice in paradise, it’s summertime all year. All the folks we know they say hello, I miss you so.. Wish you were here.”

Mark Wills

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Don't forget to make us proud
Don't forget to socialize
Don't forget to get A's
Don't forget to blend in
Opposite sex:
Don't forget to look good
Don't forget to be perfect
Fuck the world, at least you haven't murdered somebody today
But just in case you want to get away with it, here are some tips.

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Idea for a two-volume book series:

Book one:
a life-affirming story about pretentious teens with superiority complexes who have experiences and give nauseatingly quotable musings on philosophy and what it means to be alive, which often involves their enjoyment of books and tea and their condescending view of the popular kids as sheep
Book two:
the same exact story, except this time it's being narrated by the teacher who has to deal with these asshole kids on a daily basis but is legally barred from saying "are you fucking kidding me" when they say some pretentious bullshit about how they prefer the smell of old books to the taste of alcohol. The teacher is re-telling the story to her friend at the bar, and her friend refuses to accept that these children could POSSIBLY be as pretentious as she makes them sound