get nasty, bitch

im a simple man in my ideal world working full time should pay enough that you can quit and take several months off to do non work things if you wanna. save up and write a novel or go travelling with no consequence. and doing this doesn't fuck up your resume because it would be normal and healthy.

genuinely if i was into neil josten i would be humiliated by it too. the man wears jorts. he's never picked up a social cue in his life and the only thing he thinks about is stick ball. he smokes but he actually doesn't and he's ginger and he's got mommy issues and the most punchable face a man has ever worn. he doesn't even pick up on any of your cool smooth lines nor does he care how sexy your car is. he's british. when you're talking he says things like 'i could draw on you with a marker' and when you're gone he says you're all that matters. andrew was right to hate him this would be a fucking devastating thing to discover about yourself.

next year james patterson is slapping his name on a book called "the secret lives of booksellers and librarians," which is real bold considering that every bookseller and librarian that i've met in my time as a bookseller and librarian absolutely loathes him. including me.

I was wondering about this when i saw the first version of this post

childhood friends to complete strangers

“whatever the fuck these two characters had going on” is a vastly underrated character dynamic

“Weird about each other” is how I’ve always put it. It’s my favorite thing.

think i wanna get beat up w/ aftercare so i can experience someone feeling remorse for treating me badly

what do you mean there are exactly zero rats i. this post

DOES IT NOT STOP

(scrolling past several gifsets of the same movie) using my keen senses of deduction i can conclude that mutual watched a movie today

there you are btw. you go away when you go home. also nobody will take you seriously if you learn french with a southern accent. but i’m not learning french for anyone but you? anyways you and me against the world. did you know a blank check is a dangerous thing to offer? i can afford it. how a man so warm survived in such a cold place, i don’t know. favorite color? brown. like the gaze that sought me out in every room, but i cannot think about that too long. focus on the important thing! i am. getting kicked in the chest would be less painful. tell me the phrase. even food would not sate this gnawing hunger every time he looks at me btw. also it makes you more interesting. no, not your capacity for unkindness, but how fiercely you fight against it. so i will choose you every time. i’m not sorry. i will lose them all if i must. you. every time.

nothing is worse than realizing you shouldn’t have told someone so much.