Know what's stressful?
Moving. At the last minute. From Chicago to Austin. HOW DID I ACQUIRE SO MUCH SHIT IN THE FOUR YEARS I’VE LIVED IN CHICAGO?
I want a woman who can sit me down, shut me up, tell me ten things I don’t...– Henry Rollins (via growing-up-indie)
uYou’re not really an adult at all. You’re just a tall child holding a beer,...– Dylan Moran (via oncewild)
This makes me really sad. →
wilwheaton: This person is on some kind of jihad to prove that the “don’t be a dick” guy is actually a dick, and in the process completely dehumanizes me, makes a ton of assumptions about what’s really going on inside my head that support her idea that I’m a person with an enourage, and basically makes me never want to go to a con or anything like it again, because nothing is ever good...
me: closes wrong tab
me: *PTERODACTYL NOISE*
A story I've been working on and wouldn't mind...
Still not done, but much obliged to anyone (seriously, anyone) willing to read this and give me any criticism or anything for it. It’s on its 4th rewrite and I know it can be better. [[MORE]]Marie’s body itched beneath her dress as she sat in the church watching the priest pray over the sinners seated before him. He was performing the rites for the Eucharist, breaking the bread, pouring...
yellowraincoats: 5000 Candles In The Wind - Nick...
Or am I writing only complete nonsense.
The tension in my neck says I didn’t sleep at all last night. It says that I work too hard, sleep too little, drink too much, and that I’m running straight into some horrible collision with my heart, like my neck just wants to tense up at the thought of adversity. Or, maybe, I’m just sleeping on it all funky. “Write the truest sentence you know.” I fall in love with the drop of a hat. It’s silly...