For Coris

(Getting swindled by a genie) it’s like talking to a fucking tumblr user with you

the genie: how dare you say I'm fucking a tumblr user

This is what hozier meant when he says he falls a little bit in love everyday with someone new

I once watched a girl in the produce aisle pick up a bushel of bananas that were precariously perched on the edge and move them farther back and under her breath she said “there you go sweeties - that will be more comfortable” before shuffling off and… I think about her often.

« Silent lovers » is such a sweet way to put it.

I was driving on the highway and passed a dude absolutely JAMMING alone in his car, doing those little half dance moves you do when you’re stuck sitting down in a small space, bellowing unheard lyrics at the top of his lungs, and my instant reaction was to think “I love you.” And then to pray he had a good day, or whatever, because those fleeting moments of connection are so incredible.

formative years? aren’t they all?

show me a permanent self and i will show you a facade or a corpse

this 'being really tired after work' thing is really getting in the way of this 'pursuing my artistic hopes and dreams' thing has anyone else noticed this

I altered time big style but I don't think it changed anything so we should be all good

get in loser we’re gonna try again despite it all

there's something stupid going inside my head

Will websites implode on themselves if they don’t move the buttons around every month or what

'kids these days have it easy' thats the point thats the point thats the whole point we're here to make it better for whoever comes after you sad selfish self absorbed puddle of wank

John Adams: “I study war and diplomacy, so that my son may study trade and commerce, so that his son may study art and music.”

nosferatu? no. tuferatu. no es mi problema.

no mi circo no mis feratus