the problem is i really do love staying up until one billion o'clock. it just cant be helped

i want to interact with people more but what if they kill me

he just looks so torture-able . like it would be a disservice NOT to torture him.. . he WANTS to be tortured

the unimaginable power of saying "huh, guess that's not for me" and moving on with your life

"!!" is its own word to me

“our age of bronze is collapsing” is this beautiful random burst of monty python dialogue amidst the drudgery of nolan’s vision and i think it should win the first-ever oscar for best solitary line

[wringing my hands as i look out my window directly overlooking wall street, watching the sun rise on october 29, 1929] aw fuck it’s the great depression

can i say something. Shane in his nighttime tampa hotel room outfit was kinda giving Pleakley

the urge to write never leaves but the motivation to do so is a lover lost at war

in some way i have failed every single social interaction i have ever had

"I'm so normal about this" good for you. I'm so perverted and predatory about it