Then Coasting: Do you ever feel like you haven’t... →
thenn-coasting: Do you ever feel like you haven’t figured out your own goddam personality you don’t know what you want to say or how you want to say things to people whether you’re bone dry, reserved and quiet or quirky and awkward, or fast talking and over anxious to make conversation you don’t know how to… this is my life; and it’s so frustrating, especially when accompanied by...
hgoldbach: When a human dies in a movie: When an animal dies in a movie:
scratchesonapage: Sit me on your lap and tell me a story confined to the four walls of your bedroom. Write the epigraph with your fingertips and adumbrate what’s in store with a map you can trace on my hips or a prologue you can leave on my lips. Tie knots of suspense in my shoulders and loosen them into my climax, then let me climb down them into the resolution of your arms.
Blood sucking hookworms inhabit 700 million people...
I Ain't Got Time to Read That: House of Leaves by... →
quicksummary: A boy named Johnny finds a bunch of papers in a dead man’s apartment. He puts them in order and discovers it’s a film review for a fictional film. Johnny copies down the story of Will Navidson who lived in a house that was bigger on the inside than it was on the outside. A mysterious hallway…
The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky
quicksummary: Charlie is strange and maybe a little autistic, but then you find out his aunt diddled his doodle. And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.
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PARSONS, GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER
I still haven’t signed up for an Art History class seeing as they’re all fucking FULL, and I don’t have to take any English so idk what to do so would you PLEASE STOP IGNORING ME WHEN I BOOK SHIT goddamnit.
I've got a 1/4
Lying around and I’m not planning on smoking it, so I’m thinking of making brownies for my friends when they get back this weekend from EOF at Rutgers. I wonder if it would be fucked up if I didn’t tell them the “special ingredient.” Yeah, it would, wouldn’t it?