I’ve been doing fine for just about a month and a half. Didn’t give a shit about it at all. Then I looked in that fucking box and opened that fucking notebook. Whoops. Not quite square one, but not quite perfectly detached either.
I should feel awesome. I have two jobs, getting decent grades, and am doing what I love and what I always wanted to do. I am ill but I’m not dead. I should be winning.
Fuck it.
Tallest Man on Earth: Somerville Theater
Via My concert photography blog, follow it if you’d like! Help me get on my merry way.
Die Antwoord: Royale Boston
They’ll never be friends.
Front page, bitches.
Unfortunate.
But, embarrassingly funny.
You weren’t missed. I hope you don’t stay long. Please don’t stay long. I’m not a good host, I swear.
I’m going to evict your ass.
I sure xylophone do I xylophone.
“My liver wrote his congressman and complained.”
Still way too partial to you tumblr <3
