(Source: sluchevskaya, via cruel-castles)
their-theyre-there asked: It's interesting you would say that considering how rare pictures are of me on my blog.
I googled the URL & found your OkCupid.
their-theyre-there asked: No, you really do seem interesting. Even through this blog. And strangely I don't recall you in person though we know quite a few of the same people.
You look vaguely familiar but I can’t place you either.
(via cruel-castles)
I hope I have a home on Friday.
their-theyre-there asked: Nevermind, Ms. Parton.
…yeah, I was gonna say.
their-theyre-there asked: You seem awfully interesting. And I have to wonder how many times we've crossed paths without even knowing.
I’m not that interesting — or at least, nothing on this blog would suggest that, and I have no way of guessing whether we’ve crossed paths not knowing who you are.
(Source: their-theyre-there)
(Source: good-universe, via crystalcorpses)
(Source: slave4britneyspears, via w4sted-life)
Every time I start hanging out a lot with the same dude I quickly turn into a liquor-soaked pile. I don’t know how this always happens to me. It doesn’t even matter what the dude is like, the extent to which he parties, the group he hangs out with, whatever. I think it’s just that every guy capable of maintaining my interest over a modest period of time invariably is more social than me, consequently drinks more than me, and I end up unconsciously trying to keep pace. Results are not cute. I’m gonna be working a shitload over the next week and a half, which is great for my money situation, but I need to start taking better care of myself.
William Gedney
“Dude, they should make a cake, but with like, pizza ingredients! I’d be called pake … or lasagna. Never mind.” — Josef