"How strange it is. We have these deep terrible lingering fears about ourselves and the people we love. Yet we walk around, talk to people, eat and drink. We manage to function. The feelings are deep and real. Shouldn’t they paralyze us? How is it we can survive them, at least for a little while? We drive a car, we teach a class. How is it no one sees how deeply afraid we were, last night, this morning? Is it something we all hide from each other, by mutual consent? Or do we share the same secret without knowing it? Wear the same disguise?"
Don DeLillo (via h-urensohn)
(Source: black-wolves, via fafisaurus)
Can’t sleep
What’s new. I just sent like, 40 billion messages out about apartment listings in Richmond, VA. Now, I’m kind of feeling tired.
But I know damn well that if I try to lay here in bed alone, I will just lay and lay for hours.
I suppose I could read Grey’s Anatomy until I collapse.
(Source: janiejaniejanie, via justtknowingthattheworldisround)
I win.
game over.
(via pullme-under)
Anonymous asked: have you heard about those masterbating circus midgets?
Indeed. Dreadful.
Anonymous asked: Do you like it when people take shits on your chest?
Can’t say that I do.
I want juiciness to appear in my ask box right now because I am bored!!!!!!
So tell me something I don’t already know.
Or something that I might already know.
Or ask me something.
PLZ I SO BORED.
