Something about me just screams unlovable and easily replaceable
"it's so fucking over" yeah dude it's 11pm it's the end of the day it's time for you to go to bed. and tomorrow you'll be so fucking back because you'll be awake. go tuck yourself in dude you'll be ok
David Lynch on break in 1985
job search is bad for your health. get high and jack off instead
schrödinger's flirting. i mean it as much as you do
“If all was quiet, I’d stroll past the staircase to the kitchen, where the lingering smells of toast (Lockwood) or tea cake (George and Kipps) gave clues to who might be in.”
— The Empty Grave, Jonathan Stroud
gonny hyperfixate on getting a good night's sleep
how it feels to finally accept that you are just like your father. and it's hilarious even
I think Jay Gatsby pathetic yearning is admirable and something we can learn from