- Charles Bukowski (via fvckem)
- Tina Fey (via cockkkkkkkk)
It’s a strange feeling to feel as if there are certain people that I will never get to become closer friends with because I don’t look like someone they would be friends with.
Because I don’t look like someone they would be friends with.
I’m not complaining or feeling sorry for myself or nuthin’ like that. But it makes me sad to think how often in my life I might have done the same thing to other people. If it leaves me so fundamentally confused to think that someone might disregard the essence of who I am because they don’t understand or identify with some superficial aspect of my person, how can I assume to know anything about anyone I meet other than what is clearly visible? Who am I to make rash, unsubstantiated judgements about someone who could very well have become my best friend had I been willing to give them a chance?