ｔｗｅｎｔｙ . ｚｉｐ

i love tumblr because sometimes i get an urge to rb posts about something nobody likes and everyone just politely ignores me. everyone's like oh he's fallen into madness again, he'll be fine later i guess

it’s just like….. late night televangelism and government conspiracies and tight, brown secretary dresses and overwhelmed mothers who were never that pretty and grimy middle school cafeterias and schoolyard bullies and giving into violent urges and masturbating with your eyes closed and needlepoint hanging on wood paneling and never drinking or smoking except once in a blue moon because it’s a nasty habit but sometimes you just need to be nasty and collecting old books that you’ll never read because you like how pretty the spines are and being barefoot all the time and never doing anything with your hair besides letting it grow and praying at the foot of your bed once a month so you don’t forget what it was like and collecting pond water in little old bottles and liking it when the air outside is sweltering because it makes you feel high and stopping on the side of the highway to sit in the grass and stare at nothing in particular and saying hi to old people in the grocery store because you worry they feel invisible and ultimately knowing that yesterday is too new and everything you used to love gets smaller and smaller in the rearview