nightiest of nights, tumblr.
i like that when tumblr drops a random blog into my dash, it doesn’t even try to tell me it’s something i should like
it’s just: “here’s a blog”.
like it. don’t. we don’t give a fuck.
one evening we need to have a long conversation about the movie “querelle”
but this evening is not that evening.
i caved and ordered pizza
i’m gonna eat my feelings until i pass out and hopefully lapse into a month-long coma.
avg internet security can choke on a bag of dicks
my system runs, like, a quadrillion times faster when i use any other security suite.
i was joking about the pizza party
but now i kinda really want pizza
I think the saddest people always try their hardest to make people happy
because they know what it’s like to feel absolutely worthless
and they don’t want anyone else to feel like that.