gets tired somedays? And not life-tired, I know we all got that. Not physically tired as well, I hope you do get tired otherwise you’re a robot (that could be cool. If you do are a robot, please let me know on my ask and we can be friends for life, or we can fight evil together)

No, I’m talking about tumblr tired. Sometimes it’s great because tumblr seems to be like life: so full of secrets and different people, and countries and accents and textures and so much creativity and dreams and even nightmares, and even pain, but unique pain…

And there are the days where knowing that you all had grow up with the same movies and books and cartoons that I had makes me feel like I have brothers and sisters that understand me, and that’s something so precious and wonderful. Is like mirror.

But there are days where all I can see is… the same. And it makes me so fucking sad that some little girl from miles and miles away from me actually read the same book and had the same dreams, because it makes me feel like we’re all buying in the same big company, and that we can’t be unique, we can’t be special, we only got to be good buyers. And everyone is dressing the same, wishing the same hair, the same clothes, the same body, even the same boys. Repeating the same speech. I feel like I’m so old and that I have seen it all, and that I’m tired, and that is no novelty to the world, and no brothers or sisters, just good boys and girls who had been reading the same text-book, and know it from the heart, and will speak-buy-sell-work-study-fuck when told. That will blog all the same, and no one has a accent, we all speak in a good new yorker English.

So tiresome and dead, I feel like the youth looks like a dead valley, all plain and there’s not a single tree growing, nothing but sand and commercials and bones that we put make up on so it looks like they’re pretty. Walking on this valley with hipster glasses and afraid of the sunshine.

It’s raining in Rio de Janeiro right now. I have the feeling I could be in San Francisco typing the same letters to you. To you, and you have the same eyes that I have. We don’t reach each other at all.