Locked out of my home. Do de do. 7 AM, coming home, and not even with the accomplished feeling of sex. Just tiredness. Haggardness. And sitting on a doorstep being attacked by cats.
Tried to go to the park again after if stopped raining. Started raining again as soon as I stopped my car.
Orlando sucks. Or I suck at living in Orlando.
Me: WHEN I WAS
Me: A YOUNG BOY
Dad: oh God
Me: MY FATHER
Dad: not again
Me: TOOK ME INTO THE CITY
Dad: no I didn't
Me: TO SEE A MARCHING BAND
Dad: you're not even a boy
fuckies: I appreciate fine art and fine boys.
Just remembered that I hate summer. Come back winter/spring thing.
I asked [Meryl Streep] how she approached the multiple layers of her part. And...– Benedict Cumberbatch (x)
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earthnation: people who have the same name as me are competition
I don’t feel like I belong in my own home anymore.
darrynek: blog every day as if you’d delete tomorrow
colfricans: why have gender roles when you could have pizza rolls
Do you know what I need? To escape into the mountains, surrounded by tall trees,...– L’ Échappée, Les Discrets (via freyjageist)