The weight of this sad time we must obey,
Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say.
The oldest hath borne most; we that are young
Shall never see so much, nor live so long.
— Edgar (King Lear, Act V scene 3)
You know you’re in a shitty place when all of the love songs on the radio make sense.
how the fuck am i supposed to sleep tonight?