Ray Bradbury’s death has affected me profoundly. I started crying at work and all I want to do is eat Hot Cheetos and cry more because I don’t even know what I’m doing with my life. He has a crater on the moon named after Dandelion Wine and I can’t even make my bed every day. I don’t know. Where’s the chocolate milk and cookies because I hate everything. I am so sad.
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youcansuckmywhat said:
He died on my birthday? C’mon man. That ain’t right. *Sidenote: I just read Fahrenheit 451 and like…him dying is not ok.
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kushkoala said:
Girl I feel you :( for some reason The Martian Chronicles deeply moved me as a middle schooler…I was strange. RIP my bby Ray :(
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kanyewestsidestory said:
right??? i am pretty bummed.
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^ :’( i, too, found out about this today.
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