my history professor told me today that he “likes the way I look vaguely pissed off” during class
Late nights of drinking. Find you in the bottom of the glass. Peer through this broken image of hysteria and solitude. I don’t know how to tell you it’s not the same anymore.
you know what really fucking gets my cookies frosted sometimes??? i’ll be on the goddamn blue website scrolling along and suddenly come across a picture like this and i actually stop scrolling and go out of my way to share a picture of a man with a sly grin holding a fucking pineapple with a bunch of people who choose to look at what i put on my blog. people expect this from me. i hold the power to grace a plethora of people’s eyes with this picture. almost 20 thousand other people have looked at this and subconsciously decided that this represents the type of image that they want to share with others with no context. look at this man
He really should have won.
Probably would have given the Best Editing award to Joe Walker, solely for the decision to hold this scene as long as he did. Sometime a lack of editing can be the best editing choice.
I don’t understand friends that never speak to you again. We share such intimate, such secret things and you just throw that all away? It’s been nearly 4 years. Why can’t I let go?
I’m listening to Boys || Men and thinking sadly about myself.
SOMEONE MEMED ON MY FUCKING CAR WHILE I WAS IN CLASS THIS IS BULLSHIT
Sometimes I want people to say “this is why I followed you”. I get followers on here and yet I am left with thoughts of “why”. It isn’t that I don’t appreciate it. I just didn’t think anyone else in this world cared what I thought or reblogged. Here I am, in an empty house.