Yeah! I just feel like it’s reached the point where I can’t just go to sleep, I have to wait until I pass out in the midst of a passionate fist fight with my bedside lamp or something.
I feel like I’m too tired to go to sleep, is that thing?
I’m fully convinced the scene in Harriet the Spy where Harriet notices Sport doesn’t have enough money to pay for his groceries so she pays for him with her own money is the reason why there are still good people in this world.
Yes.
Okay, so Excision was not a good choice to try to ease my girlfriend into horror movies.
Not a good choice at allllllllllll…
laura and i just literally cried on a bar patio about the mountain goats
I want to befriend anybody who’s ever had this experience.
(via foreversundered)
man scrolling through tumblr sees a feminist rant about hating men
plot twist: the man thinks, ah, she is simply expressing her frustration as a member of an oppressed group, whilst hating the construction of masculinity that was designed to keep her down, not all individual men such as myself…this is absolutely not the same thing as sexism and not a personal attack on me *keeps scrolling*
(via plasticvines)
"I have yet to meet John Darnielle. I don’t have to: we already know each other. I was Jeff. My Cyrus was named Jay and he died in 2009. My star high school running back was named Peyton, and it was coke, not acid. This tape is my life. This tape is your life. Guess what? We survived it this long. All hail West Texas."
— Matt Fraction (via scottyhumps)
(via maspreciado)
(Source: classichorrorblog)
- me: Where do you wanna live your life?
- me: That's a horrible question I'm sorry
- cedarelk: yeah, i don't know!
- cedarelk: i don't think it honestly matters apart from FRIENDS and TREES which (let's face it) are basically the same thing when you get down to it
